November 11th was the second anniversary of my son's initiation with Master. I was away on a business trip overseas and was unable to celebrate the occasion with him. When I returned to Hong Kong on November 12th, the first thing I said to him was, "I am so sorry I could not make it home in time to celebrate your birthday with you." My son appeared exhilarated and in high spirits. He said, "I now truly understand what the initiation birthday is. Master gave me candies in my dream." When I saw the contented look that brightened up his face, tears fell from my eyes. During the many years that we have lived together, work has often taken me away from home. Since his initiation, he no longer complains. Instead, he has become more understanding as he revels in this love from our Mommy-Master.

Every moment, my son and I are immersed in the vast ocean of our Mother's love. Thank you, dear Mother! However strong the wind and turbulent the waves may be on our path of spiritual practice, we yearn to grow and mature in defiance of any harsh conditions as we make our way toward the other shore in unfaltering devotion. Only by doing that can we requite our Mother's love.