Late this afternoon some one asked me just as our meeting was ending: " I have a two year old. do you have any tips for raising a child?" Inspired by that question, I did some pondering on the way home and remembered very enlightening Poem by Gibran and a quote I read on a friend's Facebook site.
Point to Ponder:
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life. -- John Lennon
Story Line: Poem from Kahlil Gibran* about Children
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.
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.
* Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese American artist, poet and a writer.