Its really a pinch in the heart to see your baby boy grow so fast. At first you want to see them with their first walk, their first words and pray that hopefully they wont go astray as they learn to make their own walks with friends and would not answer back when they grow up. I know its too early for that but babies grow right before your eyes and if you even blink you'll realize they have all grown up.
Like what Kahlil Gibran 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.
So there you go, as a parent its a bitter pill to swallow but thats life. Live it.
Here's my baby boy now. After his 1st bday.
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