Grandparental rights, expectations, etc

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:On Children
Kahlil Gibran

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.

You are the bows 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 arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

This made me tear up. Thanks for posting it!

Bleck. This made me barf. They are MY kids. They come FROM me. What a ridiculous poem.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:In Virginia, a grandparent has no rights whatsoever unless the grandchild is being abused or neglected and a Virginia court decides to confer rights. Grandparents have tried to litigate the issue and none has ever won.

Props to you on the good grammar. Seriously!

Seriously question: grammar or spelling? It's still pronounced "no one," right? And isn't "no one" just as legit to write?

Wow.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:On Children
Kahlil Gibran

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.

You are the bows 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 arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

This made me tear up. Thanks for posting it!

Bleck. This made me barf. They are MY kids. They come FROM me. What a ridiculous poem.

Agreed. Mawkish nonsense. Shakespeare he ain't!

[Anonymous]

I grew up a mile from my grandparents and they were a HUGE part of my life. I was devastated when my grandmother passed 3 years ago, during my teen years she got me in a way my mother didn't. We now live 4 hours and 2 states away from both sets of DD's grandparents. We Facetime with my mother daily (DD is now 2.5 and asks to do it, sometimes more than once a day) and with my inlaws maybe once a month. They are very selfish individuals and even when they come to visit they want to see DH far more than DD.

I hope DD has the type of relationship with my mother that I had with my grandmother, and even if DH and I got a divorce I would want DD to see the inlaws as well. I wouldn't keep her from them.