Seasons Change

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  • Amy

    Curt, I admire your bravery in the face of change. I am so scared for when my kids get older, I just want to squeeze them so tight and hope they will stay little. I remember these two girlies in your picture. In fact, if not mistaken, my stepdad took this picture at our summer party. What little pumpkins I remember…seems like yesterday to me, must seem like seconds to you. Thank you for writing this. Yes, you made me cry, but in a very good way. xoxo

    • Anonymous

      Thanks for checking it out Amy.

  • One wise woman, your Mom !!! We have a yours, mine and ours family. Ages 34 (his), 30, 28 (mine) 16 (ours). The 16 yr old Kevin was a choice. There are days when I say… ‘WHAT were we thinking’… thankfully not too many of those days. Kevin has been the tie that binds us all.
    My brother gave me a poem back in 1981. At the time I was pregnant with my 1st child. I kept that poem….
    There is a certain sadness to it, but also a profound message ……….

    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.

    • Anonymous

      Cool. Thank you for that Deb.