this part from the poem ‘On Children’ by Kahlil Gibran is stuck in my head this morning:
“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.
“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.
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I have two adult children and a five year old; it is so hard, so rewarding, so worth it to guide them rather than mold them, to know and teach them that they’re theirs not mine.
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.
brilliantly done by sweet honey and the rock:
https://youtu.be/kYAkcL36aCE?si=VHpPueVYVo3MDzBQ