I’m overjoyed that the universe has sent you through me. I can sit here and stare at you for hours–such perfection clothed in a skin so soft, with big beautiful eyes, a cute little nose, and tiny hands and feet. When I watch you sleep my mind drifts to the wonderful life I wish for you, and the beautiful and compassionate person I hope you will become. But as I become overzealous planning your life in my head, I take a pause to remember:
[…]Your children are not your children. They are the sons and the 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[…]
–Khalil Gibran, excerpt from The Prophet
I’m attempting to create a new word to describe my feelings for you, because this is beyond what I’ve ever known love to be.
I am happy for you and your little one:-) I hope all went well and both of you are ok!
When I had our first son - I did already have my Khalil Gibran book and knew about the part you mention - and agree with it completely - even as I look outside and look at our two sons - and think about it - it feels as if the love I felt when I saw them the first time has been growing a bit every day.
It’s interesting how you happen to quote from the same book when writing about motherhood.
Anna,
Everything is going well-she’s so sweet and peaceful.
I actually first heard this Khalil Gibran poem when listening to the Sweet Honey In the Rock song “On Children.” I later learned the lyrics were taken from the Gibran poem of the same name. Have you heard the song? They sing it so well.
Dara,
I am so happy for you - Your post is beautiful!
Laura (from WGS250)