Baby Henry Has Arrived
Due to the recent birth of my son, Henry, I will be taking some time away from my weekly writings, however, stay tuned for others’ articles that have been contributed for this time.
On Tuesday, March 31st, 2009, my world changed forever.
That was the morning (at 12:49 a.m. to be exact) that our son, Henry Michael, arrived into the world to join us on this adventure together.
Baby Henry
He is now officially one week old and having his own transformations every single day.
Undoubtedly, my own transformation in becoming a mommy for the first time is also changing me every single day (hour, minute, second).
I’ve already fastened my seatbelt and am just excitedly, and exhaustedly, embarking upon the ride of my life.
Someone told me, in response to my comment that I was not sleeping much since Henry joined us, that I will not sleep for at least the next 20 years or so. Quite possibly not ever again. I chuckled at first at that. Then became sobered by the thought. I guess I’ll have the next 20 years to see if they were right!
In all seriousness, I wanted to share with you my exciting news, as well as an inspirational message from one of my favorite authors, Kahlil Gibran.
It is a message entitled, “On Children”. If you have a child, I think you will enjoy this. If you are a child of someone else (and we all are that), I think you will also enjoy this. Having a child myself now has put a whole different spin on my perspective of my own parents and I am trusting that this message may help you refresh that perspective as a child. Or it may even inspire you, as a parent, to realize just how little control over our children we have.
Enjoy and feel free to pass along (or share with your own children/parents).
On Children
By Kahlil Gibran
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