Someday, when you grown up
Please choose your own adventure
Make something you like as your job
And do it not only in your hometown
But work all over the world
The world is tough
But I know you’re not easy to fall down
But if you do, just get up and stand tall
I know you can do it
With your own effort
You have to know
That you never be alone
I will always stay in your heart
Whenever you go
As in your kindergarten farewell
Your teacher give this speech to us, parents, as follows:
Our children are our legacy
We make them who they are and
We guide the towards who they will be
They reach a point where they become independent and start families of their own
In turn, their children become their legacy and
they will pass along the values that we given them.
We must help our children to build a future for themselves,
and we can only do that by giving them a solid foundation to build on.
Give them the chance,
Give them the future,
Give them the love.
The world of children is indeed a wonderful place;
full of joy, happiness, amazement
Everyday brings new challenges and new adventures.
Let’s make sure we keep it that way for them.
In a world of eternal evolution,
A world where everything changes,
We must keep one thing constant: L.O.V.E
Yes, dear, you are who you are
You’re not mini me
You’re an arrow ready to be set free
This poem by Kahlil Gibran represents how I feel:
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.
Take care, my dear…
I love you more and more…