Updated on July 11, 2015
Buddy-My Master: 3
Few days back, Buddy’s trainer approached me for his mating with a beautiful cocker spaniel. I saw her pictures and instantly approved of her. Buddy will meet his lady love, mate her, get her pregnant, and after giving his sperm will be done with her. No responsibility of bringing the puppies, nursing them or teaching them anything. Once they are born, he won’t even know he is the father. The mother plays an important role; she bears the puppies, nurses and takes care of them.
In nature, once the male specie copulates with the female specie, his job is over. After that he is on a hunt for the next one. Most of the animals follow this rule except for a sea horse, who takes the eggs in his pouch until they mature. The birds are different; they choose their partner, build their nest together and bring up their offspring. They nurture the offspring until they have learnt to fly. Once they have, the couple sets them free.
We humans are some what like the birds. We bear children and take their responsibility together. Once our children grow and are capable of being on their own, however, we don’t set them free. Some parents do, but some clip their wings. The children are traumatised and torn apart. Yes, it is very difficult to let go. It’s an emotional bond we humans have and that is the main difference between us and the animals. We have a voice and consciousness and we are vocal about our emotions. We humans have lot of expectations from our children and love controlling their lives.
I want to share the views of Kahlil Gibran, a philosopher from his book Prophet, a master piece. This is my favourite piece.
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 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.