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, and 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.
– Kahlil Gibran
When I read this poem, it reminded me so much of my mum. She taught me to be strong and stand up for what I believe in. She gave me her love but allowed me my thoughts. She watches in awe and fascination as I unfold and grow into the person I am made to be. She’s my friend, my mentor, my role model and the epitome of the woman I wish to become.