Vince's co-workers had their holiday party and turned it into a baby shower for Julian as well. Peggy gave us a writing from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet. It is quite profound, and I'm going to spend a bit more time with it, but I would love to hear your thoughts too!
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
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 see 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 set forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with his might that His arrow 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.
1 comment:
love it ... also quite challenging to accept that so much of your child's "trajectory" in life is out of your hands. Should be a relief, but it just isn't :)
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