It’s A-level day! My son, Louis, finally gets his results. Whether he’ll get the grades to go to his 1st or 2nd choice university is anyone’s guess. There is a ‘Plan B’ that he seemed pretty happy with if it doesn’t work out. He seems fairly relaxed about either option but then ‘chilled’ is my boy’s middle name. It’s a pretty good way to be.
I’ve never been a ‘helicopter parent’, overseeing every aspect of my son’s life. Even if I had wanted to be I don’t think it would have worked out. From day zero Louis has been too strong willed for that. Swaddling babies was what you were supposed to do but he fought his way out of the blanket! His wanton freewill has exasperated me at times but his independent spirit is also a source of immense pride.
Last week, I came across this poem by Kahlil Gibran of ‘The Prophet’ fame. It seems apt. I’d previously believed that this guy had been a one hit wonder but apparently not. He was a poet, artist and philosopher. Today’s picture is one of his too.
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said
“Speak to us of children” 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