Your children

What a blessing, to have a child
a mini you - just as wild
or so you think when you watch them grow
and your own mum says: see, I told you so

- first when you are a mum you will understand
they belong to themselves, just for you to lend

to love, support, encourage forever,
their side to leave? Oh darling. Never

no matter what, because they are,
and always will be your shining stars
your light and love, an eternal bond
with them you know you are always Home

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For my darling children with love. And for my parents too.  

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Your children By Khalil 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, 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 hands be for happiness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
So He loves the bow that is stable.


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They will manage. You will too.
Joy and love. Whole life through.