So my wife and I are now reponsible for four lives brought into the world; four new springs that will water the world; four new roads that are as yet unmade, untravelled, uncharted. All of my children, including the new guy, were born into this world through blood and pain, screaming at the loss of comfort and security, begun in passion and with passion arriving. All of my children are very different from each other, with their own special light and life that marks them as indidvidual humans in a sea of humanity. And I am wondering, wondering……..where did we go so wrong?
My children wake up every day in adventure and discovery mode and even when they feel the need for structure and home, as we all do, it’s just so they can recharge their batteries and set off again. It’s like living with Lewis and Clark, Magellan, Columbus, take your pick. Injury is a brief stop for a band-aid, (Anna thinks they are pretty!) Anger is fast, pure, and forgotten (MG screams like a panther!). Love is every moment of every day (Becket will hit you or hug you and it still means, ‘I love you!’). They trust those they love (well, Gideon has no choice right now!).
Why do we let go of these traits? Why can’t we recognize that children are books of information on how to live our lives? When did we forget who we were?
You know who my children really are?
Well, whoever Gideon is……….
Who is it that we were supposed to be that we left lying in a dress up box because we were too afraid, or too grown up, or too sensible?
W.C. Fields once said that anyone who hated dogs and kids couldn’t be that bad……
W.C. Fields was a daft drunk.