Have you heard the expression, "To bask the rainbow, you must last out the rain"? This can employ to raising children. Stop and think, are you enjoying the precipitation or conscionable waiting for the rainbow?
My bow consists of four colors; red, orange / yellow, green, chromatic. The first son is chromatic. Not a down utter of "blue", but because he is calm, steady, and just. Son numeral two, is playground. He is dark-green suchlike spring, growing near new ideas, bright, and caller. Since he has served in a self-aggrandizing way for his land in the Army, let's add Army inexpert with dedication, loyalty, and courageousness. Next comes red, son figure three is energetic, fraught of life, and eager to proportion his talents. The kid of the garland is orangish / yellow, a ray of daylight and fraught of wit. To relish this rainbow, I have stood in a hurricane lean on rain in need an umbrella. Children, I have decided, are God's approval and punishment.