Khalil Gibran - On Children

Maybe it’s the leaves dropping from the trees and the weather cooling down, or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been listening to a lot of Buddhist philosophy talks, but I’ve been contemplating my mortality a lot lately and the legacy that I’m going to leave with my children.

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I was listening to an interview on the Longform Podcast with Lisa Brennan-Jobs and she recalled a moment from her teenage years where her mom was screaming at a young Lisa in the car while slamming her hands on the dashboard. After reading Lisa’s book, and specifically the passage where Lisa recalled that event, her mom remembered that as she was yelling, crying, and punching the car, thinking that she knew Lisa would remember that moment forever.

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At the baby shower for Hank, the namesake for this site, a close friend read the poem below and from then on it has struck me as truly prophetic. We may give our children our love, but not our thoughts. Our actions are our only possessions.

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.

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The Week that Was - 2017-04-23

It was a wild week between work, Sara's school stuff, and the boys doing crazy Hank & Tank stuff. But the weather has started to warm in Austin and we are in the habit of sprinting outside as soon as the boys get home. Next door, there's a new house going up which has made for very exciting times at Hank & Tank Studios. And, we were lucky enough to have friends stop in over the weekend for some wonderful play time.

It's incredible watching the boys grow up. In the span of a couple weeks we've seen Tank swimming completely independently, Henry losing his first tooth, and the boys continuing to deepen their friendship playing independently for large spans of times (sometimes hours). Don't get me wrong, there's stuff that isn't as fun such as Tank's lingering cough and cold and his awful sleeping patterns, or Henry's croup but those are minor. I need to remind myself of that when I get exhausted.

Have a wonderful start to your week!