‘Appa, why are others saying I look like you?’ Aditi asked me. ‘It’s because you look like me, dear’ I smiled, but was surprised to hear what she told next- ‘But I look like ‘Me’, only ME and I don’t really want to hear anyone saying I look like somebody else’! It was night- tiny arms tight around me when she slept I caressed her short hair thinking how soon children are growing! Blessed child of God, my baby is growing- to the understanding of life and to the importance of having an identity of her own, and I am proud of her! ‘Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Lifes 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 archers hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.’ ~ Kahlil Gibran Good morning, West! Good evening, East!
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