I wasn’t really sure what to write about in my first blog. I can’t have all of my blogs about the same thing. I was going to write about the troubles I have with my family and my boyfriend who is older than me. Then I thought about writing about the animals in my life, or maybe my experiences in college. But I wanted to start off big and something that hit close to my heart.
This quote was sent to me by my boyfriend. He said “this reminds me of you”
"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of lives longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you 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 bow 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 arrow may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archers hand be for gladness. For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable..."—Alfred Knopf. 1955
This is a powerful quote with great meaning to me because my parents try to live their lives through me and it held me back for years. But breaking away from them, lead me to Humboldt. Now I didn’t come from a broken home but my family, as everyone’s, has its problems. My family is a little crazy. They can be overprotective and selfish. I had to fight my way to get to Humboldt. I sucked up all the guilt they placed on me and refused all the bribes they offered and left. I needed to…
My Parents need to understand that when I got older I no longer wanted the same things I did as an young child. I formed my own opinions and was ready to make my own decisions. I know what makes me happy now, I know what I want. That doesn’t mean I don’t like their help every once in a while. But I cannot carry the burden that is my parents. They try to make me feel like they are dependent on me, that I am everything and without me they have nothing else. I don’t want that. I won’t go anywhere and will not experience life, that’s not fair to me…
Now my parents aren’t horrible, I love them. But they don’t know how to let go. Then I started to think of other parents, then parenthood in general. Statically speaking, people who have good, supportive parents tend to do better in life. Some parents don’t know that they are supposed to let go, I know I’m not a parent yet and don’t know the feeling but, being selfish like that does no good for the parent nor the child. Their child will never fully get to experience life with the weight of their parents on their backs.
Well, yup that’s pretty much all I have to say about that quote. I really like it and it touches a place in my heart. Ok, stay tuned for next week!!! Oh, and my blogs will most likely be random, I haven’t found a “theme” yet. And for parents that may be reading this no offense, I’m just speaking from my experience…
You are a really good writer. I think the autoethnography will be an important paper for you since it deals with self-analysis which you are beginning on your blog. Susan
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