I have been feeling both overwhelmed with love since my son, Alexander, was born and a bittersweet kind of pain as I know his path to separation from me as his guardian and steward has already begun.
Kahlil Gibran explains this far better than I ever could…..
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.
In considering this, I have never been made more aware of my own mortality than when I brought forth a new little being who will live on to see a world I will never see. As such, I feel it is my sacred charge to prepare him as best I can to navigate his life, and to do everything I can to leave this world a better place than I found it.