Mother's Day

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and he bends you with his might
that his arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so he loves also the bow that is stable.

-Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet


Heather Johnson said…
Hi there,
This is Heather from Family Volley. I just wanted to thank you for your comment on the Flour Tower post. It really made my day. Honest. I am so glad that you are enjoying the games. There is nothing better than having fun with your family. I will keep them coming.

I loved reading your blog. Your "Love Is" post was so sweet, and the post about "Rank" made me laugh out loud.

Keep the comments coming and feel free to let me know if there are other things you would like to see.

Happy Mother's Day.

Anonymous said…
And we are all the bow and thearrow. . .

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