Emerson goes to bed at 9 and Hunter doesn't get home untill 10 at the earliest, but most nights it's more like 11pm. So that is my me time. Most of the time I wander around the internet, and tonight I found a poem that I love! I loved the line where it says we 'house their bodies but not their souls' It's just beautiful to think that my daughter will someday grow up to be a beautiful young lady, a wife, and a mother. But it's also wierd, kind of like when your pregnant you know the baby, but you don't know what they look like, or who they really are. But you love them. I just believe that no matter where my child ends up, what her thoughts are, what her sould is like, I will love her and always be there. It's thrilling to see what Emerson will turn into, a curious toddler? Or will she be shy? Will she be outspoken or play to herself? Will she want to play sports or be musicians like us? Will she enjoy being an only child for a while? Or will she ever have a sibling? Will she be like us when we were young? It's hard to say, but we will see. It's odd to imagine how she will change thru out the future, near and far. But I don't want to know anytime soon, I enjoy her now. Her big eyes, the deep belly laughs, and the way she's so happy to meet new people. I enjoy every moment, because they will not last.
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.