Saturday, October 3, 2015

18


 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.
~Khalil Gibran



Happy 18th Birthday to my beautiful baby girl!


 

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