We all have masculine and feminine energy because we are all born of a mother and a father. The individual mother you are born to is a snapshot of the feminine consciousness you inherit, and the individual father you are born to is a snapshot of the masculine consciousness you inherit. All of their traits, for better or for worse, are the accumulation of your soul’s karmic signature. You are born to them because your energy came from them and the portal of your ancestors; it was your soul’s decision or resonant frequency to have this particular family. Many souls incarnate within the same blood line to continue their evolution (I.e. great grandfather becoming a son again) and some souls are graduated on to different places and tribes.
It becomes the responsibility of each child to carry the torch of the ancestors and deal with all inherited karmas, since just like the dna 🧬 a child is born with is an amalgamation of all of the traits of the previous ancestors, so the soul blueprint is a complex inheritance of the accumulated good and bad karma.
For this reason parents must always encourage a child and learn that they are meant to surpass and exceed that parent’s understanding. A child comes to move a lineage forward and evolve the collective soul through new awareness and insights that may not have been available to the previous generations.
A wise piece of advice comes from this lovely poem by Khalil Gibran:
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said
"Speak to us of children"
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