OT: Confessions of a Mom
on 10/25/08 11:25 pm
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

I can't hold her down, and if I try, it will backfire on ME.
She will only HATE ME FOR IT IN THE LONG RUN!!!!
She is 18 and will ALWAYS be MY BABY.
Renee, just *THINK* about what YOU were doing at 18 and it will MAKE you set back and let them grow up.
They need their wings to fly.
SORRY it hurts...but, you have company if it makes you feel any better!


Renee-My kids are small but I know this day is coming. I think the following Kahlil Gibran writing helps me to put my role in my kids life into some perspective. Love, Nanci
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 our 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.