Hey Mama and Papa, Well done! All of E Town is happy for you!!! Welcome Lyra. You have been much awaited and are already beloved. You are a precious, lucky baby. Smile at Grandpappy for us. Enjoy and feel well and rested. Love, Bobbie
Your children are not your children. They are 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 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.
3 Comments:
At 4:45 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hey Mama and Papa,
Well done! All of E Town is happy for you!!!
Welcome Lyra. You have been much awaited and are already beloved. You are a precious, lucky baby. Smile at Grandpappy for us.
Enjoy and feel well and rested.
Love, Bobbie
At 4:57 PM,
Anonymous said…
To Brian and Jacy,
BY KAHLIL GIBRAN
from THE PROPHET
on Children
Your children are not your children.
They are 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 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.
with love, Bobbie
At 5:01 PM,
Anonymous said…
Yay Brian and Jacy!
You guys made a little pink wriggly thing! Way to go!
<3,
Brian
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