have you guys ever read this? i think it is so beautiful. i read it when i was 3 months pregnant and it captures exactly what i want to emulate as a parent.
"And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." and he said:
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 ,they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have thoughts of their own.
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 archers hand be for gladness,
for even as He loves that arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
"And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." and he said:
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 ,they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have thoughts of their own.
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 archers hand be for gladness,
for even as He loves that arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.









but as I grow older the more I see how wise and wonderful his words are and how they have shaped me in my life.