A Mother’s Day Reflection

“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 arrow 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.” -Khalil Gibran

As the day progresses I am thankful for my ability to be a mother, and thankful for all the mothers out there — without you your children would not be the people they are today. Many cultures view mothers as the backbone of society, they are the ones who bring children into the world and often nurture them, creating the next generation of society, and so they are an essential part of the natural progression of a culture.

I am especially thankful for all the mothers in my life — whether it is my own or the mothers of the people I love and adore on a day to day basis, only now do I understand how hard of a job it is. Mothers (whether it is the one who gave birth to you or someone else who CHOOSES to be part of your life) are the people who shape you. Often they are the people who show us how to be us, teach us how to do menial tasks, and teach us wrong from right; sometimes however they teach us what not to do. I am thankful for the fact that my mother is an example for me to follow, she is to this day the most important person who has shaped me. She is always there: to watch my kid, walk me through a recipe, teach me how to fix something that’s broken–it doesn’t matter that she is over 1,100 miles away. My appreciation for my mother has grown with the distance, it has grown with my becoming a mother. I am thankful for her everyday of the year, but I am especially thankful for her on this day.

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