by Kahlil Girbran: Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing
for it self.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have there 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.
Your are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
Yhe 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.