One of Bo-Ashley’s favourite night time reads was Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet. She would often fall asleep soon after the chapter On 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.
I explained to Bo a time would come that — after pulling on the bow as hard as we could — we’d eventually let go and launch the arrow. For Bo, that happened in the Summer of 2010.
With pride in my heart, a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes we left Bo in Buffalo today, to start living out her own dreams. It hurt. Bad.
Suggested reading: Bo’s blog at bodash.com