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.
Ett jättestort grattis till dig och den lilles familj!! Vilken liten fin kille! Det är en otrolig känsla att vara mormor! Helt obeskrivbar men helt underbar!
Ditt lilla barnbarn har lika mycket hår som "min" lilla Elias. Han kom för drygt 8 månader sedan. Idag ska jag gå över till honom och hans föräldrar och äta våfflor.
Hej, hej, välkommen till min blogg. Tina heter jag och här kan du läsa om sånt som gör mej glad... det kan handla om stickning och garn, surdegsbak och matlagning, blommor och trädgård eller kanske om tyger och färger eller vad som kommer för mig för stunden. I ett hus på västkusten bor jag, min man M och vår yngsta dotter Beata. Vår äldsta dotter Sofia är utflugen och har ett eget barn.
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A grandson! Congratulations!
For all of you!
On Children
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.
Ett jättestort grattis till dig och den lilles familj!! Vilken liten fin kille! Det är en otrolig känsla att vara mormor! Helt obeskrivbar men helt underbar!
Ditt lilla barnbarn har lika mycket hår som "min" lilla Elias. Han kom för drygt 8 månader sedan. Idag ska jag gå över till honom och hans föräldrar och äta våfflor.
Vilket litet troll, det är helt underbart med barnbarn passar själv lilla W som är 18 månader fullt ös varje dag. Ett stort grattis till det nya livet
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