I've been told I should blog this so here goes. It's an extract from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran. May it provide solace and a focal point when we falter...

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 even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

There was sadness in the sea bird's cry.

A loneliness.

The loneliness of a soul searching for its kindred spirit.

I heard its cry and sent my thoughts of comfort

Though I too felt its pain.

Can it have been so long since the parting?

Could two so seemingly young-at-heart be so broken by this infidelity?

 We sat and talked, whilst I unsuspecting felt heaven all around.

Yet it is so and being alone is the price that I alone now pay in this never-ending

Someone very dear to me told me yesterday that I was special and that I should never change.

To all of you who are just starting this roller coaster ride and are struggling with the feeling of being 'useless' or 'worthless' or just plain 'not good enough'....
This made me smile so many times when I was feeling down.  Hope it helps xxx

 I am what I am
I am my own special creation
So come take a look
Give me the hook
Or the ovation
It's my world
That I want to have a little pride
My world
And it's not a place I have to hide in
Life's not worth a dam
Till I can say
I am what I am

I am what I am
I