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.
today, Joe & I took our daughter Sophie to the airport. for the much planned trip to Holland. only a week. 7 days. she is taking part in an advanced colouring course for hairdressing and doing a teeny bit of sightseeing.
I am excited for her
we came home & I went to bed. 3pm. I felt lost, bereft, empty. I cried. I walked past her room & I noticed on her bed, that she had left her long time companion Ted.. telling myself it is only 7 days for heavens sakes...
this afternoon, Joe & I sat on the lounge, together. me trying to keep it together. and I just said 'I feel so alone & empty.' and he looked at me and said 'so do i'.....
i let me tears fall
how do other mothers deal with this life change? when the babies spread their wings and fly. I always thought I would be ok with this.. always looking forward to the empty nest. dont' get me wrong. I love my life - but these emotions have come as quite a shock to me.
what did my ancestral grandmothers do, in times like this. when their soul felt empty.. what did they do?