My daughter was in a car accident. Her boyfriend will bring her here as soon as the Dr releases her I know she’s OK but her car is totaled. But I won’t be OK until I hold her in my arms and cry and fix her chicken noodle soup. She is 19 she has a son of her own. I know that she’s going to be fine……But my children are my heart and my strength and my weakness. And today I will Thank God that she is alive and try to pull myself together…..My journey is so much more worthwhile with my heart intact.
Of Children
Kahil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but are 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, nor 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.
