Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day

I hope all the Mommas out there have a great day.  
This is my favorite poem about what it means to me to be a Mom.  It's what I try to remember when I want to make decisions for my sons that they don't want (or need) me to make. It's something that my own mom was very good at understanding.  She was always stable - always there for me - but let me make my own path. Like the old saying goes, she gave me roots AND wings.  Thanks, Mom... I love you!

On Children
by Kahlil Gibran

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.

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