How are you doing? I am happy to see many of you joined in Instagram. Instagram is one more place to share our hobby and life. But I still feel Blogger is the "home" where we can talk.
I saw at Costco’s they already started selling Christmas stuff. The holiday season comes again. Love it! This year I feel so different. We have a new life to celebrate the holiday with us. We just had a 100-day party for our daughter several weeks ago. In China it's popular to celebrate babies' 100 day so we did it too. Time flies, kid grows. For more than a couple of times I had been told by friendly strangers that she will ask me for a car key tomorrow when we were out and greeted. Yes, today she is 115 days old but I understand that. Now as she becomes good at pushing up on her tummy and grabbing the toys, I can picture that she will soon be running around the house. And after many long days but short years, (my friend Andy’s words: days are long but years are short that you feel when you have kids), she will leave the house and live her own life. It’s a complicated feeling for every parent I think. There is a famous poem called “Children” written by Kahlil Gibran that I really like. You may also know it. I first read it in Chinese and found the English version online.
“ 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.”
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.”
My kid has a lot to grow. So do I...BTW, in last three month I usually picked one day to place the dolls and toys, and made a scene to take photos. I posted them on INS first and would post here when I found time to write something. I think I will keep recording the hobby like this. I still read your blogs. Miss you all.
