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05/14/2006: "Happy Mother's Day!"
I give props to my Mama, who experienced her first Mother's Day back in 1977, celebrating with at least two or three consecutive hours of sleep (I don't remember myself). To all the Moms & Moms 2B, a day of happy memories and pleasant dreams.
And now, for something different, a selection from Kahil Gabran's The Prophet
And a woman who held a babe against her bossom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
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 backwards nor tarrries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which forth 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 be 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.
