Tag: Gibran

Love Is Love

I grew up in the northeast/midwest, but I have spent most of my adult life living in the south. Northeasterners often have the unfortunate reputation for being rude/abrupt/curt, etc., but this is not how I am experiencing the gracious people of New York City and New Jersey during my stay here. I am an observer and contemplator of life and what I have keenly noticed is a different kind of service style than we are used to in the friendly, hospitable south. Up here, it is clear that the servers and the clerks and the people who work in hospitality are not here to “make friends.” They are not about chit-chatting and God forbid, you appear to make anything close to a “demand.” That won’t fly. What I have noticed is that, in general, the Northern service workers are efficient, dedicated to excellence, and to getting the job done fast and well. And I can appreciate this experience. Like all things, “hospitality” can come in many forms, but no matter where you are experiencing any kind of service, the underlying theme is usually there – “I want you to have a good experience, and I am doing my best to give you that good experience.” And that sentence that I just wrote translates down to one word – love. As Kahlil Gibran famously wrote, “Work is love made visible.” Different styles of work is still love, and love is just one thing – love is love.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Musings on Parenting

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.

The above poem by Kahlil Gibran has always resonated with me when it comes to parenting.  Receiving compliments on my children has always rung false to me and it’s not because I don’t think they are amazing people.  I, like most mothers, think that my four children are the most incredible people on the face of this earth.  When I do receive compliments, I have a pat answer.  “Thank you.  God figured we couldn’t handle much.”  My children have been easy to raise, kind and understanding, and full of life.  If my husband and I gave them a stable and peaceful environment in which to bloom, which I hope we have, then maybe we deserve a compliment for that, but overall they are blooming into the interesting, talented and lively people that they are because that is the seeds that were implanted into them by forces much greater than I.   They are part of this unfolding Universe, part of God’s plan and my only job is to get out of the way and let Divinity take its course.  This is especially true now that they are embarking into their own adulthoods.

Years ago I read an article about Paloma Picasso.  I cut out the part she wrote about being a parent.  She said, “I don’t think the parent and child should be so intimate that it becomes a jail for the child.  I’ve tried to help my children become themselves.”  So the other day, when talking on the phone to my son who has moved out into his independent adult life, he kindly asked me what I had been up to since he’d been gone.  I proudly mentioned that I had started blogging.  I wanted him to feel comfort that I was branching out, listening to my own deep longings and taking brave new steps into new avenues of my own life.  I wanted him to feel as secure about me being okay and energized and positive, as I feel about him and his experiencing of his new journey.

One of my favorite books of all time, The Parent’s Tao Te Ching talks about the Empty Nest this way:

The “empty nest syndrome”

should never bother

parents of the Tao.

Of course we’ll miss our children

But all of their lives we have helped them

embrace life and welcome change.

We have learned to do the same.

New moments await us.

Our nest

and theirs,

is never empty.

I couldn’t say it better.