Re: Another Perspective of Parenting

[Guest guest]

Oh my gosh! I was moved to tears when I read this....you are so right on

the money with the " reframing deal " ...man oh man does that nail it right on

the head.

The one line that I have not been able to get out of my head is

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tommorow, which you cannot visit, not

even in your dreams.

Those two lines...i can't even begin to explain the validation i felt when i

read those words...you know there has always been a little extra something

about nada and fada...something i haven't found the words to explain what

they do, how they are never satisfied...how there was a type of thirst that

could never be quenched...but those words explain it so very clearly....they

want our souls...something that is totally unobtainable, and their quest for

this unobtainable goal is our fault.

Kisses and Nibbles,

Bunny

-- Another Perspective of Parenting

I love this poem and printed it out and put it in my son's nursery

before he was born in a frame my Nada had given me for him. For me

this was both an act of defiance for her type of mothering and a way

to " reframe " the way I wanted to be a mom.

On Children

From The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, " Speak to us of

Children. "

And he said:

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.

[Guest guest]

Bunny,

I agree with you and how you wrote it scared the crap

out of me at how evil they are. WOW!

Greg.

--- Beach Bunny wrote:

>

> Oh my gosh! I was moved to tears when I read

> this....you are so right on

> the money with the " reframing deal " ...man oh man

> does that nail it right on

> the head.

>

> The one line that I have not been able to get out of

> my head is

>

> You may house their bodies but not their souls,

>

> For their souls dwell in the house of tommorow,

> which you cannot visit, not

> even in your dreams.

>

> Those two lines...i can't even begin to explain the

> validation i felt when i

> read those words...you know there has always been a

> little extra something

> about nada and fada...something i haven't found the

> words to explain what

> they do, how they are never satisfied...how there

> was a type of thirst that

> could never be quenched...but those words explain it

> so very clearly....they

> want our souls...something that is totally

> unobtainable, and their quest for

> this unobtainable goal is our fault.

>

>

>

> Kisses and Nibbles,

> Bunny

>

>

> -- Another Perspective of

> Parenting

>

> I love this poem and printed it out and put it in my

> son's nursery

> before he was born in a frame my Nada had given me

> for him. For me

> this was both an act of defiance for her type of

> mothering and a way

> to " reframe " the way I wanted to be a mom.

>

> On Children

> From The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran

>

> And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,

> " Speak to us of

> Children. "

>

> And he said:

>

> 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.

>

>

>

>

>

> [Non-text portions of this message have been

> removed]

>

>

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[Guest guest]

I too reacted to those exact two lines in the exact same way! I've

copied the poem - that just represents so much to me -

I also want to put it up in my child's room (if I am ever lucky enough

to have children).

>

>

> Oh my gosh! I was moved to tears when I read this....you are so

right on

> the money with the " reframing deal " ...man oh man does that nail it

right on

> the head.

>

> The one line that I have not been able to get out of my head is

>

> You may house their bodies but not their souls,

>

> For their souls dwell in the house of tommorow, which you cannot

visit, not

> even in your dreams.

>

> Those two lines...i can't even begin to explain the validation i

felt when i

> read those words...you know there has always been a little extra

something

> about nada and fada...something i haven't found the words to explain

what

> they do, how they are never satisfied...how there was a type of

thirst that

> could never be quenched...but those words explain it so very

clearly....they

> want our souls...something that is totally unobtainable, and their

quest for

> this unobtainable goal is our fault.

>

>

>

> Kisses and Nibbles,

> Bunny

>

>

> -- Another Perspective of Parenting

>

> I love this poem and printed it out and put it in my son's nursery

> before he was born in a frame my Nada had given me for him. For me

> this was both an act of defiance for her type of mothering and a way

> to " reframe " the way I wanted to be a mom.

>

> On Children

> From The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran

>

> And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, " Speak to us of

> Children. "

>

> And he said:

>

> 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.

>

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Bunny and everyone,

Your post reminded me of another brilliant proverb I'd heard

recently. I love the Prophet and that truly changed my views or at

least validated as well what was in my heart for so long about love

(its an excellent book that I highly recommend getting- I love the

part about friendship too- 'seek not your friend with hours to kill,

but always with hours to live.' or the one on marriage- 'the oak and

cypress grow not in each other's shadows'- have given that book away

perhaps more than any other book). But your post about the

unquenchable thirst of a borderline and a dysfunctional FOO reminded

me of this new quote I found- 'the person who eats only scraps is

always hungry.' Man that was profound as its sooo my family- they

take and take in the little things to appease the momentary appetite

of their souls and are never filled b/c they do not sit long enough

to eat a full meal like the rest of us and so are always insatiable.

They don't invest enough in themselves to look within and try to find

a better life but rather except the scraps of existence they were

taught was normal and so they are constantly wanting more and more

and more and more. I don't want that for my life. I don't want the

scraps of love or of a soul. I want the full 7 course meal and

dessert thank you! Now I'm hungry. Gotta run- lol.

Kerrie

>

>

> Oh my gosh! I was moved to tears when I read this....you are so

right on

> the money with the " reframing deal " ...man oh man does that nail it

right on

> the head.

>

> The one line that I have not been able to get out of my head is

>

> You may house their bodies but not their souls,

>

> For their souls dwell in the house of tommorow, which you cannot

visit, not

> even in your dreams.

>

> Those two lines...i can't even begin to explain the validation i

felt when i

> read those words...you know there has always been a little extra

something

> about nada and fada...something i haven't found the words to

explain what

> they do, how they are never satisfied...how there was a type of

thirst that

> could never be quenched...but those words explain it so very

clearly....they

> want our souls...something that is totally unobtainable, and their

quest for

> this unobtainable goal is our fault.

>

>

>

> Kisses and Nibbles,

> Bunny

>

>

> -- Another Perspective of Parenting

>

> I love this poem and printed it out and put it in my son's nursery

> before he was born in a frame my Nada had given me for him. For me

> this was both an act of defiance for her type of mothering and a

way

> to " reframe " the way I wanted to be a mom.

>

> On Children

> From The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran

>

> And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, " Speak to us of

> Children. "

>

> And he said:

>

> 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.

>

>

>

>

>

>