I found this as I was going through some files
and thought I would pass it along and let you
decide.

Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of
life's longing for itself;
They come through you
but from you.
And though they are with you yet
they belong not to you.
You may give them your love,
but not your 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
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 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