Pa stvarno, ispadoh neki hajduk od majke a nije tako, casna rec! Pa mene i moja Debela (citaj: macka) maltretira, ni njoj ne mogu da odredim kad ce da ujde a kad da izadje!
Odavno znam ovu Gibranovu pesmu i meni je ovo roditeljski kredo:
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he 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".
Zar ovo nije lepo, zar nije mudro, pravicno, zar ovo nije najveci dokaz roditeljske ljubavi i najtezi zadatak roditelja?
Od najranijeg detinjstva sloboda mi je je bila najvaznija i uvek sam je bila gladna jer sam rasla uz majku diktatora. Zar mislite da bih svojoj deci uskratila nesto sto mi je bilo najvaznije u zivotu?
"Bukvice" primenjujem samo kad dara prevrshi meru u vidu razbucanog kupatila, kad muskom nasledniku podviknem " ocekujesh da ljubav tvog zivota pere kadu za tobom?"!
Bolelo me je kad sam ja svojom glavom udarala o zid ali me neuporedivo vishe boli kad njihova glava naleti na isti.
Reshila sam mnoge zavrzlame zivota, resicu i ovu kad dodje vreme.
Edited by highlanderka, 13 October 2008 - 18:47.