Photo by ArtByLinda’s Lensography

To mothers who mourn
loss of estranged grown children:
We will get through this!

Mother’s love attracts;
homing hearts will find their own
in God’s own good time.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

NOTE: My dear readers, I’ll be taking some time away from blogging as I’m having a little bit of a difficult time lately. I didn’t want anyone to be concerned about my short absence in view of the Cup of Despair piece, which surely reflects my present state of mind.  And, I really need to spend some time going around to all your wonderful blogs which have been sorely missed by moi.  I can’t seem to  multitask these days, i.e. compose, write, respond and visit your blogs like I used to; I’m worn out (which I’m sure is temporary and due to having too much on my plate, of late) and I need to go at a slower pace.  Also, I’ll be leaving for CT on Friday to spend some days with my mother and won’t have access to a computer, sigh..:(   So, I’ll be hitting your blogs when I get back..:)  Love to you All!  Happy Mother’s Day to all my mother-cyberfriends/readers!  You’re very special whether or not it is expressed by those closest to you.  Being a parent is the hardest job there is.  We do the best we can with what we have at the time, emotionally, financially and spiritually.   However, even the most astute, adept, and/or “perfect” mother may have an ungrateful child/children.  Eureka! It’s not solely/souly your doing! Each individual is born with their own genetic pattern and may not resemble you mentally, intellectually, or spiritually.  Take heart!  Pray for reconciliation, then Let Go and Let God.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

On Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not our 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, author of The Prophet

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were. –Richard Bach