Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are born in ones youth.
Blessed is the man whose quiver is full.
Our parenting responsibility is to aim our
arrows, children,
to the target.
What your target is, may be different then ours,
but none the less this is our job.
To prepare our arrows to leave the quiver,
To securely place our arrows in the bow,
To aim our arrows at the target,
To allow our arrows to leave the quiver
send them off with confidence
that they may soar to their target.
Imagine the child
who has no daddy to prepare or teach her,
no mommy to hold him until his is
ready to soar,
ready to soar,
no direction given to him or her,
no reason to succeed.
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