Your child is not your child.
They are children born of life's desire for themselves.
They came into this world with your help, not because of you.
They are by your side, but they don't belong to you.
What you can give them is your love, not your thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can shelter their bodies, but not their souls.
Because their souls belong to tomorrow, to tomorrow you can't imagine,
You can try your best to be like them,
But don't let them become like you,
Because life will not go backwards and will not stay in the past.
You are a bow, and your children are your arrows.
Archers look at the target on the way to the future,
He tried his best to pull you away, so that his arrow could shoot fast and far.
Bend in the archer's hands with a happy heart,
Because he loves the arrow that flies all the way and the bow that is extremely stable.
About children
Kahlil Gibran
Your child is not your child.
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for themselves.
They came through you, but not from you,
Although they are with you, they don't belong to you.
You can give them your love, but not your thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can accommodate their bodies, but you can't accommodate their souls.
Because their souls live in tomorrow's house,
You can't go even in your dreams.
You can try to be like them,
But don't let them like you.
Because life will not go backwards, nor will it stay yesterday.
You are your child's bow.
Like a living arrow.
The shooter saw the sign on the infinite road,
He used his power to bring you to your knees.
His arrow shoots fast and far.
Let you bend happily in the hands of archers;
Because even though he loves flying arrows,
So he also likes a stable bow.
Marianne, Carlyle's sister. Kahlil Gibran's paintings
Your child is not your child.
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for themselves.
They came through you, but not from you,
Although they are with you, they don't belong to you.
You can give them your love, but not your thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can accommodate their bodies, but you can't accommodate their souls.
Because their souls live in tomorrow's house,
You can't go even in your dreams.
You can try to be like them,
But don't let them like you.
Because life will not go backwards, nor will it stay yesterday.
You are your child's bow
Like a living arrow.
The shooter saw the sign on the infinite road,
He used his power to bring you to your knees.
His arrow shoots fast and far.
Let you bend happily in the hands of archers;
Because even though he loves flying arrows,
So he also likes a stable bow.