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]

Annie,

I was drawn to this poem when I was in my 20's. It's how I feel.

My mom also snapped my arrow and made believe it didn't mean anything.

My mom saw my arrow bleeding and crying for years and looked away at other

people's beautiful arrows.

She will never know how beautiful and caring her arrow was.

Amy

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

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]

Annie,

I was drawn to this poem when I was in my 20's. It's how I feel.

My mom also snapped my arrow and made believe it didn't mean anything.

My mom saw my arrow bleeding and crying for years and looked away at other

people's beautiful arrows.

She will never know how beautiful and caring her arrow was.

Amy

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

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.

>