Youngest son (11years) has just returned from school camp.
Three days, two nights.
Focus on environment and such.

Upon returning, he seemed so...independent, so distant!
Wow.
We are so happy to see him and he's so moody.
Maybe he needs time to adjust ....
Says he enjoyed it so much!
:)

Guess it's all part of the growing experience.....letting go.
Wish I could remember who wrote that one cool poem (maybe 'twas Sylvia Plath? can't recall now)....of letting go of one's child....?

Guess it wouldn't hurt to also remember the uber-wise words of Khalil Gibran in his beautiful poem, 'On Children'.


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.

:)