The tree that never had to fight for Sun and Sky and Air and Light, That stoodout in the open plain and always got its share of rain, Never became a forest king but died a scrubby thing.
Good timber does not grow with ease. the stonger the wind, the stronger the tree.
When we shower too much of love upon our children and provide them with all that they need without even their asking or desring them we are doing more harm to them than enabling them to become useful and strong in their lives.
We weaken them by being there with them for solving all their issues. We don't provide opportuntiy to them to face the world with boldness and find solutions for themselves. We deprive them of practice ground to sharpen their life skills.
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