Something that touch my heart today...and make me think...

When I was housekeeping this morning...
a piece of this dropped out from my old diary...

...

Children Chapter IV by Khalil Gibran



 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.

or may I say it in my own thought...

My children are not me...

They may look like me or act like me sometimes...

(when they act like big mama at home!)

They may be with me now

Save and sound ...

in their pink play room.

Smiles ang gigles...

But sooner or later...they will leave ...

and fly to their own nest.

I may shower them with love

wrap them with kisses

but I should never expect they would return the same

I may share them my opinion, my thought...

a little reminder or a warning stare...
but

if they never take them seriously...
I still need to be patience...

Too caring can be hardzardous...

especially for sensitive mom like me...

I don't mind if they will be too busy to visit me then...

I wouldn't remind them how much I miss them...

but I believe I will be looking out the window on every 'special' day 

(new year, birthday, school holiday, mother's day...)

hoping to see... they show up sometimes

with a grin that tell me...

they are happy with they life

and they have someone who love and treasure them

just like the way I did.


Love
PC - Mama