it is saturday morning and i am alone in the house. except for brodie, of course. dennis is working today, doing his dialysis nurse thing and calculating his overtime as it has been a very busy time for him. for his sake i will be so glad when the new clinical manager is on board. he wants to go back to being a worker bee. which is a very good thing to be in the grand scheme of things when you really think about it.
as i sat sipping coffee and enjoying the prospect of a day with no commitments of my time, i recalled thursday night, lying awake worrying about my children. i gave them all equal time, of course, but what got me started was molly. she had put in her first evening at her new job as a nurse's aide at a brand new assisted living center in bellevue, about 10 miles from her new e-partment : ) (that was her toddler word for grama's apt. and we all tease her about it).
i was worrying about whether she had gotten home ok, etc etc etc....all the while telling myself that her safety is out of my hands. after awhile of this nonproductive toss 'n turn, i got up to collect myself and settle down. had some tea (white, my new favorite) and got to thinking about parenthood, motherhood, and from there went to my books. i read some thing that helped me put everything back into perspective. it's a section from" the prophet".
it's a favorite and to me puts a healthy child/parent relationship into crystal clarity.
after reading it again, finishing my tea, i curled up into my usual fetal position and easily drifted off...and here it is:
as i sat sipping coffee and enjoying the prospect of a day with no commitments of my time, i recalled thursday night, lying awake worrying about my children. i gave them all equal time, of course, but what got me started was molly. she had put in her first evening at her new job as a nurse's aide at a brand new assisted living center in bellevue, about 10 miles from her new e-partment : ) (that was her toddler word for grama's apt. and we all tease her about it).
i was worrying about whether she had gotten home ok, etc etc etc....all the while telling myself that her safety is out of my hands. after awhile of this nonproductive toss 'n turn, i got up to collect myself and settle down. had some tea (white, my new favorite) and got to thinking about parenthood, motherhood, and from there went to my books. i read some thing that helped me put everything back into perspective. it's a section from" the prophet".
it's a favorite and to me puts a healthy child/parent relationship into crystal clarity.
after reading it again, finishing my tea, i curled up into my usual fetal position and easily drifted off...and here it is:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life longing for itself.
They come not from you but through you,
And though they are with you, 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, 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 all His might so that His arrows may go swift and far.
So let your bending in the Archer's hand be with gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
What did I tell ya? Happy weekend. Be well.
They are the sons and daughters of Life longing for itself.
They come not from you but through you,
And though they are with you, 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, 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 all His might so that His arrows may go swift and far.
So let your bending in the Archer's hand be with gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
What did I tell ya? Happy weekend. Be well.
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