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, they belong not to you........you are the bow from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness:
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves the bow that is stable.........

Khalil Gibran