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When Fledglings Fly the Nest

15/9/2012

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A friend of mine will be delivering her son to his university hall of residence this weekend. I remember how I felt when we dropped our son off at his lodgings in Wimbledon for his first term at art school. We helped him in with his cases, boxes of CDs, books, art materials etc, bounced on his bed to test the mattress, peeped inside the wardrobe and the bathroom, and then took our leave. I waved a cheery goodbye, turned round and walked towards the car and promptly burst into tears! Luckily my husband drove the 35 miles home as I sobbed and snuffled beside him.  

I had a similar reaction at most of the significant partings we meet along the road to independence for our children: the first day at the child-carers, at nursery, and primary school, and probably one day I will cry at my son's wedding!
 
But we can't help how we feel, and I hope my friend won't choke her tears down if they come. They do come back to see you, some even move back in! And, although not all mother-child relationships are as good as they could be, it is a unique, immutable bond. 

I first came across the following passage from Kahlil Gibran's wonderful classic The Prophet when I was at grammar school. As is always the case when something speaks directly to our condition, as Quakers say, I knew immediately that for me, it was a truth. I copied it out for my favourite teacher, and in the years since I've copied it out for quite a few others. I still love it.

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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Claudsy link
17/9/2012 05:42:51 am

This is such a wonderful post, Judy. I've loved Kahlil Gibran for more years than I care to count. He spoke shared such wisdom before he left this world for another.

I think you've used his words to great effect here. Thank you for sharing.

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carol Hedges link
21/9/2014 02:25:19 am

I remember my daughter going off to Uni. It was like a bereavement. The house was so empty - and full of memories and regrets. Bt, as you say, they come back. More grown up and independent, and thst's a good thing.
Lovely poem. I had forgotten about it.

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Judith Johnson link
26/9/2014 02:54:13 am

Thanks for your kind words, both. It seems to be a universal experience!

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