Monday, November 22, 2010

On Children, On Their Birthday


In honor of your birthday, Betty and Boo, I give you one of my favorite poems.
Love, Mommy
 
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.

5 comments:

Niksmom said...

This is one of my favorites, too! Happy, happy birthday to your beautiful babies. No matter how old they may get, they'll always be your babies!

Michelle (Red Headed Book Child) said...

Thanks for sharing. this is what I needed to read today!

Erin said...

What a lovely poem. Happy birthday to the kids :-)

Elizabeth said...

I've always loved this -- thanks for posting!

Happy birthday to your two!

K A B L O O E Y said...

"You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you."

Nooo problem. Happy Birthday, B and B.