its a strange thing to realize that while my son has and will have a life outside of me and that he is a child of our world/ our universe....that i will never have a life outside of him ever again. he has become a focal point of my existence. I have finally begun to identify myself as a mother. A mother to an amazing four month old son.
he will have his own thoughts his own secrets, he will have an intimate relationship with the world of tomorrow, have his own fights to fight and i will stay on the sidelines with love in my eyes, watching from my already outdated perspective and being constantly amazed by his. the perspective of an ever changing world and ever growing collective unconscious--- and while Khalil Gibran's quote on children from the prophet meant a lot to me in understanding my father....now it takes on new meaning, it is my turn to let the arrow fly and to cherish my stable bow.