孩子是飞走的箭

连续在豆瓣上读到年轻人怨恨厌烦父母的文章，心里惊悸，不免反思再反思，希望将来不要落到那样可恶可怜的境地。记起朋友去年生宝宝时寄来的宝宝卡片上附了一首小诗，当时很感慨，后来查到那是纪伯伦1923年的作品。录下来，提醒自己，也宽慰自己。孩子早晚是要飞走的不回头的箭。当他们离开的时候，纵是再舍不得，再多的担忧，也得放手给他们自由。能永远陪伴他们的是在幼年时帮助他们建立的美好人格，快乐天性，善良和宽容，智慧和勇气，然后......就只有祝福。
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"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.
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Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness"
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做父母最后总是很可怜的，但愿小孩子们也能学会体谅和怜惜，在飞向天边时，有那偶尔的一回首，一迟疑，借着天风送还一个温柔回望的眼神，在父母还能够感受到的有生之年。