Letting Go - "On Children" by Kahlil Gibran, Persian Poet

Gosh...how time flies. We are already into the 2nd half of 2011. I remembered I wrote in January "Sisters - Chee Muis are forever" that I be back. That's 6 months ago. So here I am, telling myself I will write more regularly.

And to get back into momentum, I share this poem which I think is good reminder to learn to let go. Parents constantly worried about their kids and for some, never let go. Just like my mum, till now, she still teaches me how to mop the floor, clean the house. Maybe she's a 'clean freak' that she's just consumed with cleaning and cleaning the whole day long. She still calls me almost every night to ask if I am home. That's parents that had not learn to let go.

And I can see that I am also doing the same to my kids. Does your parents do the same? And you to your kids too?

Enjoy the poem.















"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."