“Mom, ever since we moved into this house it’s so strict and boring! We’re not allowed to climb, jump, drum, make any mess, go on adventures alone… You don’t trust me anymore! I had so much more freedom when we were camping.” This lament came from my tall fearless 8 year old daughter, whose name roughly translates into “wild adventurous and beautiful spirit”. We had just moved in-doors after living on the land in a tii pii for 5 months. She and her two younger brothers have had a childhood full of fun and some freedoms that seem to be
When a baby is born the whole world trembles. That Mother, Father, Family Will never be the same. An old soul has entered a new body, and they will input their surroundings with ripples and waves. The need for the Mother and Father to rest at this threshold of beginningness is paramount. The newborn honeymoon is sweet because they sleep so much and feed so much. The needs are simple and straightforward. Older children and toddlers have time to adjust and be a part of things if possible this time is perfect for bonding and cuddling.
As the world turns and the seasons change, the magic garden is budding and sprouting before our eyes. It is amazing how automatic and intelligent this unfolding is. No manual need be read, no youtube tutorial necessary. Mother Nature and her children know just what to do: stirring, stretching, dancing towards what enlivens them; what feeds them. Roots are thirsty for water and minerals as leaves and branches reach towards the light. Squirrels, birds, worms and all the other creatures are instinctively flowing through life with perfection and precision. I wonder if we human children have this natural instinct too?
For a moment, let’s picture our earliest beginnings, nestled deep within our mothers warm, dark womb. Her every heartbeat the rhythm of our very existence. Now, fast forward to the outside world where we are held, cuddled, carried, nursed and loved by that same womban,with her same steady heartbeat. Remember when we got bigger and more curious about the world around us. and how Mamas hands held ours, Mamas lap our throne, Mamas kisses dried our tears. If anybody could make us feel better it was Mama and her dear friend Dada. Oh and the food! There was breakfast, lunch,
I recently spent a week consciously avoiding multitasking. It was more difficult than I expected. I love to listen to CD’s of books or music when I drive and like most modern mothers, my phone is never far away. I was surprised how often I found myself reaching for my phone. Of course it is no longer just a phone but really a handheld computer. I use it for e-mail, internet searches, twitter, facebook and LinkdIn. I didn’t think of myself as someone who was constantly tethered to her phone but when I consciously stopped multi-tasking the truth was revealed