Rosa

La mia amica C. ha partorito un piccolo miracolo, che spero di vedere prestissimo e che si chiama Rosa. Che nome bellissimo!
Zia Manu ha tirato fuori la macchina da cucire: ho giusto giusto recuperato il cartamodello per un paio di scarpine...
Come? volete sapere cosa c'e' nella foto? Sono fiorellini di carta e cannuccia fatti all'asilo dove porto la MSGP.

My friend C. gave birth to her little miracle, her name is Rosa. what a lovely name! I hope to see mum, dad and daughter really soon. Meanwhile, I got out my sewing machine: I just found the pattern for a lovely pair of booties...
What? you want to know about the pic above? they are just little paper and straw flowers, made at the daycare where MFSJ goes: cute, eh?!
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I thought to put this quote here...it's the usual Gibran, The prophet...widely known and overly quoted (must be one of the MOST quoted little books on the planet, but never mind...not everyone can be Montale)

ON CHILDREN
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said: 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 to-morrow, 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.

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