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    One of the joys for me of being a parent, is watching your child grow up. It's also a source of sadness but that 's another day. I also love to see my child growing out; starting to look around at the world and at the people in it and not just thinking about themselves every minute. One of the most profound moments on our recent vacation to Mexico was when my younger daughter was telling me about going to the taxi driver's house. My husband wanted to show our kids more than the Club Med Mexico and the young taxi driver took them to his house and introduced them to his mother. It was very kind. What my daughter noticed was the simplicity of the way in which they lived. She said,"Mama, they have so little, but they are so happy--- everyone was smiling and happy to be alive!"  I wish I could remember to be in that place at least once a day. That was the beauty of the hospice work I used to do--- it put you in that place on a very regular basis.
    We have just come home from a fabulous vacation where an excess of sun, food and good times were part of the plan. I am thankful that we were able to take our kids on such an amazing holiday. I am also grateful to Arturo and his lovely mother for showing my daughters another side of his country that I am sure that they will never forget.