Many years ago, as a child I came across this poem. I remember vividly being drawn to it even though, at the time, I didn't quite understand what it meant. I have kept the memory of these words with me and feel more connected to them now than ever before. I hope you will carry them with you on your journey.
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 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.
Kahlil Gibran (1883-1935)