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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 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.
From The Prophet by Kahlil
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Do you sometimes lose sight of the precious gift with which you were blessed when your babies
came along?
Probably the hardest job we will ever undertake is the raising of our children - to be strong,
independent, compassionate, well-adjusted, honest, dependable, responsible, fair-minded, humerous, sensitive, trustworthy,
successful, competent, creative, ... our hopes sometimes seem endless.
Oftentimes, the best we can
hope for is progress through the generations so that we can look back over the course of our lives and see that our children
turned out to be a little better than us and we turned out a little better than our parents who were a little better than
their parents ... etc.
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