As I was reading on my eBook entitled Chicken Soup for the Soul, I stumbled lots of realization about life and our experiences. Reflecting on how we strive and on how we are molded to become a perfect beautiful human being. And I believe that we are a perfect creation of God and what we shows right now is our reaction towards every situation that we encountered in this world. What you are labeled resembles on how you handle every circumstances you face, whether with your sense of forte and focus or with your total exemplary wit.
Here’s the poem about parenting I would love to share with you from the book of Chicken Soup for the Soul.
By: Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing itself.
They come through you but not from 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 not tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrow are sent
forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and
He bends you with His might that His arrows might 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.