This amazing poem was sent to me by my dear friend who is a new mommy. We chatted recently about all there is to be a parent and I stand from a place of a bit of experience as my not-so-little-ones embark on the teen years.

Having kids is a wonderfully long life lesson in selflessness. There are those times when we sit and wonder, “What were we thinking?”, oh yes, more times than we’d like to admit, but they are quickly shadowed by those many moments of pride and joy and compassion and deep, deep love unsurpassed by any other kind I have known.

In any relationship, trust is the key component to a healthy and respectful union, and my kids have taught me the value of listening and allowing – as much as I feel it is my duty to control and command. We navigate now not around potty training and playdates, but around keeping them safe while letting them explore their own True Nature. oy.

On Children

-Kahlil Gibran

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
 sling 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.