Your children are not you 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.
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 hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
*By Kahlil Gibran
I am taking part in I Heart Snapping's weekly Living Arrows project, a photography project to capture an image which represents childhood to you through the actions, likes, dislikes, looks and movements of your own children. Below is my picture for the eighteenth week of Living Arrows. I got this picture after my boy had his bath. I put him on my bed to dress him and get him ready to go to sleep but the little monkey was too busy hopping all over the bed! I also brushed his hair for the first time and it went into this gorgeous little curl in the middle of his forehead. One of my friends said that Superman had the same curl and I thought that was cute funny. I got this snap whilst he was lying still for a split second, hand in mouth thanks to those pesky teeth he has popping up. I love this picture, I think he looks so dreamy and is looking off into the distance like he always seems to do.