“Your children are not your children.
They are 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 thir 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 make 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 also loves the bow that is stable.”
― Kahlil Gibran
playing on a cool morning (pre-haircut for bug)
morning meditation has been replaced with coffee outside and dirty feet
the last warm morning we will have for a while= tank top and hot coffee 😉
naps with our dog are always a hit
this weekend has been good but long. while the last day of flying solo is tomorrow, we had the good, the bad, and the straight up ugly. i have been reminded more times than i care to count how hard baby-hood is and how short it can actually be. as bug continues to show me what growing up looks like, he equally shows me what life with two boys holds (some how it is translating into making “transformers” with guns + laughing when anyone says butt + name calling+ and trashing around like a crazy person). and yes, that will be part of my drive to have girl time away from home or even just quiet time to myself, i wouldn’t trade any of these things! the joy, the laughter, the tickle wars all are perfection when it comes to these two and that is pure bliss to me