Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Happy Birthday, #1 Son

He's 18 today. Going to register to vote. It sure is something to see him grown up.

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.

- Kahlil Gibran, On Children, The Prophet

3 comments:

Home on the Range said...

Congratulations. Truer words were never spoken

soulful sepulcher said...

Enjoy the moment!

Jay G said...

Wow. 18. He's officially an adult.

Now you can stop worrying about him, right?

No, seriously, stop laughing...

Mine's got 8½ years to hit that stage. The way the first 9½ years have gone by, I expect that to be sometime next week...

Happiest of happies to Borepatch #1 Son!