Your Child
By Kahlil Gibran 
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing
for itself.
They come through bur not from you,
and though they are with you yet they belong
not to you.
You may give them your love but not your
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
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to
make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor 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
infinite, and he
bends you with the might that his arrows may go
swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for
for even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so loves also the bow that is stable.