somedays make tomorrow's coffee that much better

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.


Somedays begin lovely, continue beautifully 
progress with ease
and then
like a brick wall you could not see
slams you into a place you did not see coming.
Challenges you to breath, have patience
and stick to your guns.


Sometimes hunger and early bedtime
ensure a quieter more restful day tomorrow.
Five year olds sure can express themselves.
I am glad I was there to guide him.
He will have to set himself free.
I will give him some tools I hope.


For now I will just enjoy this well deserved beer 
and dream of my coffee in the morning.


(By the way Gibran's poem has always been one of my all time favorites.)