Amazing Parents

Sometimes it\’s AMAZING. Sometimes it\’s just A MAZE.

Are you a stable bow in the hands of the Archer?

This world in which we live is full of many things. Air, water, flowers, song, and…..oh yeah, WAR. Somewhere on this planet there is a war going on every single day of the year. A bloody, brutally disgusting war. Somebody somewhere is killing his brother right this very minute in the name of what he considers “right”. His perception tells him that HE is right and his brother WRONG. Thus, he must change his brother’s mind, or let him die. Either way, so long as there isn’t someone running around out there doing or thinking what is “wrong”.

It has been said that a peaceful planet begins with one single peaceful home. One home where a child grows up to value other’s perspectives. That child will grow to be a confident man who knows who he is. He won’t feel threatened by differences that come along, because he will be solid in his own confidence. In fact, he loves a new idea or thought or perspective because it challenges him and makes him feel even stronger in the end. What if the whole wide world were full of men like that? Would there be any more war?

It starts with one home. One mother that praises her child. One mother who refuses to say, “Sweetie, that’s a bad choice.” One mother who just embraces her child and meets him where he is, on his level. You can be that mother. Especially to a child with a trauma history. He needs you to smile at him and ask him what he thinks. He wants you to model what you believe is right in a confident, positive way so that he can choose for himself whether or not he agrees. Because, after all, he is his own person, not your property to indoctrinate with your perspective. He has his own perspective and you can honor that.

In the beginning of the book entitled “For All Things a Season” by Bryan Post, there is a poem by a man who was raised to believe that the Creator is the archer, while his mother was merely the tool, the bow, in which the Creator used to fly his arrows.

His poem reads:

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.

And he said:
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.

Khalil Gibran


January 29, 2008 - Posted by | A New Paradigm


  1. Thatjoliegirl sent me an amazing acapella song with these words as the lyrics. For the life of me I can’t lay my hands on it at the moment but it had this whole African spiritual quality. Just amazing! Good post!

    Comment by danny | February 4, 2008 | Reply

  2. You HAVE to send it to me!

    Comment by amazingparents | February 5, 2008 | Reply

  3. I am AMAZING! After much searching I finally found a recording. Go here and enjoy. You’ll love it!

    Comment by danny | April 13, 2008 | Reply

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