Maybe most bloggers have done this, I don't know. I feel the need to write something but my ideas will not solidify themselves onto cyberpaper.
So, I've decided to jot down one of my favorite entries from Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. I know the book came over 15 years ago but I've never read it.
A guy that comes by the office weekly to detail cars gave it to me with a note that read "This book is for read (if you want it), and give to another person (if you want it). Well who can't resist a cute Hispanic guy that wants to pay it forward?
I'm reading it and feel in love with almost each story. Here's just one example that touched me. I hope I can remember this as my daughter grows into a young lady.
On Parenting ~ by Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not
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 not tarries with
You are the bows from which your children as
living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the
infintie, and He bends you with His might that
His arrows might 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.