Re: On Children -- A Non-BPD Definition!

[Guest guest]

My nada got angry at the arrows and bent them really hard in her rage. She

snapped the me-arrow, so that when she shot me from her bow I landed pretty

close to her feet. My Sister-arrow just got bent a little, and although her

flight was wobbly she managed to cover a fair distance when shot.

I've always loved that poem; the first stanza is the " slogan " of another site I

belong to for the adult kids of narcissistic pd parents.

-Annie

>

> On Children

> Kahlil Gibran

>

> 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]

Mine tied a really long string to the me-arrow and shot it high all the while

bragging to all what a great archer she was and at the zenith of my flight I got

yanked back down to the ground and dragged back to her. I was never really

free.

>

> On Children

> Kahlil Gibran

>

> 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]

Mine tied a really long string to the me-arrow and shot it high all the while

bragging to all what a great archer she was and at the zenith of my flight I got

yanked back down to the ground and dragged back to her. I was never really

free.

>

> On Children

> Kahlil Gibran

>

> 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]

Mine tied a really long string to the me-arrow and shot it high all the while

bragging to all what a great archer she was and at the zenith of my flight I got

yanked back down to the ground and dragged back to her. I was never really

free.

>

> On Children

> Kahlil Gibran

>

> 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.

>