your children your children are not your children, are sons and daugthers of the life, longing for itself. they don´t coming from you, but across from you and, even thoungh they are with you, don´t belong you. you can give them your love, but don´t your thinking, for they have theur own thinking. you can to shelter their bodies, but don´t their souls, because they live in the house of the tomorrow that you can not visit, even in dreams. you can strive in to be like them, but don´t seek make them similar to you, because the life don´t back, nor stands in yesterday. you are the arc from which your children, like living arrows are launched, let that the inclination in your hand of archer, either for happiness. Author: Kahlil Gibran