Today marks the end of a childhood and the beginning of a young mans life journey. I am sad to see my son leave home yet I'm so very excited for him. This is the day a father hopes that all the seeds he has planted bears fruit and that his son becomes the best man that he can be.
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Sad yet exciting day
- Thread starter jbfurdog
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Old Smokey
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Congrats dad. Just realize sometimes they return to the nest until they get the hang of flying solo.
kann
One Leg Of Fury.
Best of luck to both of you. They grow up awful quick...
vortex
"A billion Eddie Barzoons jogging into the future
I know exactly what you mean! Bittersweet it is. I always liked this poem about this very thing. Excuse the formatting.
On Children
by 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.
On Children
by 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.
Devil Doc
When Death smiles, Corpsmen smile back
I wouldn't get too excited. They have a way of coming back in this day and age. Took my youngest three tries.
Doc
Doc