Adoration & Honor for the Ones Who Guide Us

Every year during the months of May & June, You Are Magnificent!_TM turns over our daily adoration spotlight to celebrate  Magnificent Moms & Dads submited by Ambassadors like you!  We have many reasons for doing this...

         * We don't think one day each iz enough to devote to honoring Mothers & Fathers

         * Doing so further promotes the You Are Magnificent!_TM Mission to: Replace criticism with adoration as the prevailing currency in human hearts.

         * Acts of kindness have been shown to dramatically increase the "feel good" neurohormones (endorphins) in our bodies responsible for pain relief, immune function & euphoria; in both those who initiate and who witness the kindness...

"Altruism behaves like a miracle drug, and a strange one at that. It has beneficial effects on the person doing the helping - the helper’s high; it benefits the person to whom the help is directed; and it can stimulate healthy responses in persons at a distance who may view it only obliquely."

from Meaning & Medicine, Dr Larry Dossey

In other words what we're doing here feels good and iz good for you!

Join in on the fun right here!

Tell us something Magnificent about your Dad or Mom (by blood or in spirit) right now, don't be shy, we're all family here ;~)

Comments

[Cheryl]

My dad is magnificent because he overcame some negative behavior in an answer to a prayer, way before self help books ever came out.

[Nut Tmu-Ankh Butterfly Dreaming]

I Love Mustard

Someone emailed me this, though I don't know this Dad, I can see it happening to the best of us!
.....

As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick
slab of ham on
a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of
expensive, light
brown, gourmet mustard. The corners of my jaw
aching in
anticipation, I carried it to the table in our
backyard, picked
it up with both hands but was stopped by my wife
suddenly at my
side.

"Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I
get my
sandwich," she said.

I had him balanced between my left elbow and
shoulder and was
reaching again for the ham sandwich when I
noticed a streak of
mustard on my fingers.

I love mustard.

I had no napkin.

I licked it off.

It was not mustard.

No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the
first and only
time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding.
With a washcloth in
each
hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys
do; only I did it on
my tongue.

Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so
hard, my wife
said,

"Now you know why they call that fancy mustard .
. . "Poupon."