CHILDREN

Read this somewhere and its so true.May it have some meaning for you too.

Your children are not your children
They are 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 do not belong 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 can not 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 backwards, 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 arrows which flies,
So he loves also the bow which is stable.