But if only for a time
Had a great Tennis hitting workout with my son. He's 13 and full of promise as an up and coming junior. When we step on the court and let those balls fly time stands still for me at least. For him its a chance for him to show his father how improved his game has gotten. But deep inside my well of gladness is my only desire to capture every look, every step, that wily glance and that whimsical smile from the side of his face after hitting a winner off of dad. If I could freeze time and just hold him like that forever I could die a happy and rich man. But if only for a time. Every minute that we're together is not a minute wasted because he is the reason my heart beats. Treasure your sons and daughters with all your strength.
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.
-- Kahlil Gibran
