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 backwards nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
- Kahlil Gibran
While my head knows he will grow up to be his own person, forging his own path...
My heart will never forget the moments I was able to hold him this close and feel, even fleetingly, that he was mine.
Now is now. And I am grateful.
Love,
Carmen
