Hello Everyone! Apologies for posting this half finished this morning!
I haven’t been online much lately for two reasons:
1) I’m visiting my parents in another state and helping my kids adjust to being away from home and their Dad. Wow, babies really feel the lack of routine and familiarity. I guess I do as well.
2) My heart has been pondering a lot of things that I haven’t found words for yet.
In the meantime, I’ve been watching my kids and play and noticing how they are entirely driven by the things that they love.
I’ve talked to Dr. G some about how growth comes from pursuing what we love rather than seeking approval.
Here is what I remember loving as a child:
Mud, flowers, poems, history, stories about wilderness survival, stories from my parents childhood, picking things from the garden, climbing trees, creeks and rivers, books, hunting for seashells and rocks.
Here is what I notice Welly loving right now:
Wheels, equipment and tools, word play, silly books like Dr. Seuss, telling stories about his day, finding hideouts, climbing and hanging.
Pearl is still so little but here is what she loves as best I can tell:
Gentle swaying, squatting while pulling herself up, fingers in dirt, leaves in her mouth, things that clink together or crinkle, snuggling faces together.
What did you love as a child?