When my first son had to leave us to study in a full boarding school more than two decades ago, I was excited and equally sad.I was happy for him but my wife and me were going to miss him.We consoled ourselves that we could go and visit him every two weeks since his school is one hour drive form our home.At the same time,he could come home once every month.I told my wife we are lucky as compared to my friend who lost his son when he was much younger.
After his SPM,my first son came back to live with us for two years to get his diploma and later he left us again for another 3 years to get his degree.After getting his degree ,he started his working career and lived with us for one year.Then he got a better offer and moved to a new place some 300km away.After being there for about two years,he reported for duty yesterday at Putrajaya as a civil servant - a 15 minutes drive from my home.
Welcome back back my son.My wife and me are very happy to see all our kids are back home.Just like the old time when we were younger...
By the way,we know it is not going to be that long when one or two of them will move out again-either for their career advancement/relocations or getting married.I told my wife let us make the hay while the sun shine.C'est la vie...
[the photo shown is a mug given by my kids some 15 years ago on Father's Day..]
Below is my favourite poem:
by Kahlil Gibran
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.