This post could not be more unrelated – something fun and something to make you think. That’s how these days of mothering go though, wouldn’t you agree? Lots and lots of fun which is often closely related to messes and then the things that make you step back and really think and pray and trust that the small days are adding up to something so much more than we can imagine.
Now, the fun …
And, food for thought …
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 house their bodies, but not souls.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may house their bodies, but not souls.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
–Khalil Gilbran
We’re off to a wedding tonight and then acting as tour guides in our town for our Texas family over the weekend and into next. Crossing our fingers for good weather so we can really show them the South Sound! See ya’ll next week, I’m signing off until they’re on their way home!
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I really, really love this blog post. What a great way to drive such a true message home. I think it's so easy to say "oh, he/she is just like me" but we rarely think about the implications of that very statement.