My mother used to say, “I hope you have kids just like you…” – unfortunately, or maybe fortunately she was right. I call it my mothers curse.
Each child comes with their own unique challenges, personalities and quirks. It has taken me a long time, but the older I get the more I understand the need for patience. Of course my kids would probably argue I have not yet learned patience, but what do the know?
Given the radio show, I could easily talk about my kids and their issues everyday; it would make for entertaining radio. However, I must be mindful of their privacy because we never know who is listening to the show. We have had a few challenging weeks around the house and today with all the Maya Angelou quotes on-line, it reminded me to dig out one of my favorite quotes from another author 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.