Becoming a mother in my early 30’s was a great gift. Twenty years later it’s even more precious to me. It’s wonderful to watch my daughter bloom into a bright, compassionate and mindful young woman. Today, I celebrate what it means to be a mother. I also celebrate the trials and errors of being a parent. Of trying to get it right. Hoping her father and I have provided enough tools for her to move through this sometimes confusing thing called life. I celebrate unconditional love.
As I watch her maneuver through, I step back and breathe easily. I know in my heart that she’s got this. I’m always ready in the wings should she a hand, an ear to listen or occasional opinion. I remember reading a poem by Kahlil Gibran in college. It stuck with me then and is even more poignant now.
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.
I truly understand those words now. As parents, we are here to guide, provide tools, let go and hope for the best. The rest of the journey is in our children’s hands.
Happy Mother’s Day!