Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing after himself.
They come through you but not from you , and though they are with you ,
they do not belong to you .
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
because they have their own thoughts .
You may enter a house their bodies but not their souls .
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
the can you not visit , not even in your dreams .
You may you strive to be like them , but seek not
to make them like you .
For life goes not backward nor dwells in it yesterday .
You are the bows from which your children al
living arrows are sent.
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 bow from the hand of the shooter be for gladness ;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies , so He loves also the bow that is stable. ”
Khalil Gibran (Author)