I remember that it was the last week of school before summer arrived. It was 1980 and I was at Lynn Medcalf's house waiting for my dad to pick me up. Lynn's mom came into her room and said that we had to listen to this writing. I've never forgotten that moment and just recently came across the writing again while searching for readings during my wedding a couple of years ago. I firmly believe this to be true...I just need to keep reminding myself as Mia and I begin to separate a little. I watched her walk to the car with her daddy yesterday on her first big day at school. I thought I would cry, but for some strange reason I was too happy for her new adventure.
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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 you 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.
