In a certain morning, preteens from a group of the elementary school were surprised by a very special board in their classroom.

In it there were some phrases, notes written by hand, signed by people that they knew very well.

Magnetically, each one who entered found yours, the handwriting that identified, the lines that concerned to them:

Pedro, you are a wonderful son. We love you very much. Your smile lights our life. We thank God for having you as our son. Huge kisses. Célia and Carlos.

Cecília, each day I admire you more, because you are very loving, decided, and intelligent. Love! Daddy.

Elena, may Jesus lead your way and that you always make good to your neighbor. We will be always by your side. Dad and mom.

Lucas, you are very important to me. I love you. From your father: João Marcelo.

Alê, you are a gift from God! I am very proud of you being so lovely, intelligent and kind. I love you!

Pedro, I am very happy for you being so special. My life and your dad’s life would not make sense if it were not for you and your brother. I love you deeply.

Beatriz, see you happy it is part of my happiness. I love you very much. I really want to help you to be a better person! Kiss. Mom.

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There a diferente silence in class. Normally, this would be a moment of bedlam, agitation. But, there were just some whispers.

The young people were thrilled, in their way, of course. They did not expect those declarations of love from their parents, this way, with no apparent reason.

Some girls, visible more touched, sitting on their chairs, now and then turned their eyes to the wall, as if they were dating the received notes.

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In days of intense agitation, with worries from all kinds, of limited time for so many chores that we have, we cannot forget the declarations of love.

They do not need to wait for special dates. They should happen when the heart ask, feel, remember.

They are opportunities that our heart gives us through the day and that, many times, we waste, because we are very busy…

However, opportunities do not come back… That moment is unique, never more will be the same. And we will not be same either.

Therefore, let us not miss the opportunity to say that we love our son, that we are thankful to our father, to our mom, that we are happy for having by our side this or that person.

Until when we will be with her by our side, like this soclose? We do not know.

Let us not miss the opportunity to hear the good intuitions of time.

Let us not leave the pain of regret invade our souls later on.

Let us declare ourselves with no fear, no shame. Let us use the creativity. Surprise ourselves. Let us not think about what other people will say or not say. Let us do what our heart asks.

Let us create around us a harmony environment, of good feelings, of transparency and exchange.

Let us make someone happy and let us be a little bit happier, ourselves.

 Spiritist Moment Team.
October 13.2015.