CHILDREN
Your children are not your children.
They come through you but not from you,
And 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.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand
Be for gladness.
Kahil Gibran
That is so true.
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