They are born to their parents like tiny dots of sparkling specks of a wintery morning dew.They are little dolls to adults to bring childhood in their parents' lives.They are none but our children;God's best thing to living beings.They take so much emotional engagement that it beggars description.Life is full because we begot them. Yet these dots ,the dolls, by and by grow up.Grow up to be no more innocent doted little things.They grow up to be full and life-size.So they grow up in your and my families to be our dearest drop of blood or priceless piece of flesh.It is our own blood and flesh growing from their littlehood to full human form. Great though, but it pains to have left behind those days when this full human form was a child-a child of your own.