Last night I was going through some of my entries that were made a little over 2 years ago. My journal was started in April of 2008.
This a time that I first started writing online as "One Woman's Journey".... could not use this as my title as I was told it was taken. That name has been in my heart for 45 years. So I went with "My Journey To Mindfulness" .
I read this poem and once again all of my children and grandchildren came to mind - want to share it once again - so true...
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.