A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, September 16, 2011

Casual Fridays: The little bun

Hi guys, it's Britt. Did I tell you that my sister's got a bun in the oven?

....I think I'd like one too.

I've always dreamed of being a little old woman surrounded by family, all talking over each other and laughing together, sharing our stories. 

Over the years, the decision to have kids or not have them has become a real issue. I've had relationships end over this very thing, which is always rough.

Of course, family doesn't have to just mean children. There are many combinations of people who make up a family, and many happy families that don't include kids. There are also many single people who are a gloriously happy family of one.

I've been thinking a lot about Khalil Gibran these days. I lost my copy of The Prophet a few years ago, and haven't bought myself a new one. I think it's cause I've been secretly hoping my old copy will return to me, like a traveler wiping off his boots. 

I want to share with you a few of Gibran's words on children. I think they're interesting:

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. 

What do you think? What does having children, or not having them mean to you?

I'd love to hear. 

Have a sesame-seed encrusted weekend, story-makers. See you back here on Monday. 

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