“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 not 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 arrow 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.

Khalil Gibran