I wanted to share a poem by Kahlil Gibran that I think carries an important message.


     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.

Your may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thought.

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 yestereday

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 glies,

so He loves also the bow that is stabel.