3bob Posted August 18, 2015 parents and their kids leaving home 4 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Marblehead Posted August 22, 2015 Sometimes in life we just have to walk our own path. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Brian Posted August 22, 2015 I'm assuming "college..." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
3bob Posted August 22, 2015 (edited) just an aspect of being a parent or a kid that comes into play to different degrees... Edited August 22, 2015 by 3bob 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Geof Nanto Posted August 23, 2015 From Po Chu-I (written around 810 AD) ON MY DAUGHTER'S FIRST BIRTHDAY Finally, after almost forty years of life, I have a girl. We named her Golden-Bells, and it's been a year since she was born. Saying nothing, she studies sitting now, but it seems I'm no sage-master at heart. I can't get free of this trifling affection: I know it's only a tangle of appearance, but however empty, it's bliss to see her. I'll worry about her dying. Spared that, I'll worry about finding a good husband. All those plans to find a mountain home: I guess they'll wait another fifteen years. IN SICKNESS, MOURNING GOLDEN-BELLS What can I do? So sick, and your life cut so short pitching me into such grief: it startles me from sleep. I get up and try lamplight for comfort against these tears, but a daughter's an absolute tangle of love, and without a son the sorrow's inescapable. After three full years of nurture and care, a sickness barely lasting ten quick days: such things tear at the heart long after tears follow the last cries of grief away. Little robes still hung on dressing-racks, the useless medicines there at your pillow, we send you off in this deep village lane, then watch earth fill your tiny grave over. Don't say you're hardly a mile away here: this is farewell to the very ends of heaven. (Translated by David Hinton) 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
