“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.”
the above passage by kahlil gibran keeps running through my mind. i’m emotionally fragile these days, sometimes surprising myself with tears – happy and sad tears, but it often takes me a while to really figure out which. as my outward appearance changes, my inner landscape shifts to the point that, at moments, i am almost unrecognizable to myself. children change you from the moment they are conceived. koruna has altered me heart and soul and i can barely believe i get to do this all again with another human being. this may be the last time i carry a child inside of me. i’m trying to savor all of it – the ups and downs – knowing that this is the only time in all my son’s life that i get him to myself.
i decided to go back and read gibran’s passage on children and thought i’d share it:
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.
i’m feeling fragile today.
life IS fragile. health is fragile. today i’m just glad to be here. breathing. crying. loving.