And Eliza is going through something. Sometimes when you’re a parent and you’re feeling like the child is out to get you it helps to look at pictures of their smiling face. This struggle will pass, and we’ll love each other more at the other end. And…she’s so cute.
The big girls are settling so well.
“Mom, I’m glad we moved out here.” Naomi says on her way back out the door with a snack for more exploring, “I have all I need.”
She & Leviah are so comfortable out here; they play in their rain boots nearly every day getting dirty and grimy and gross; is it silly to take pride in the filthiness of your children? ‘Cause I am…
These kids are becoming so connected. It’s really only a connectedness the farmer-folk can know. A ‘circle of life’ connectedness–like hold your baby cub above your head on Pride Rock kind of thing. Life is a gift, even in a cat or a chick or a plant. These things don’t just happen.
Whew–got a little deeper than I intended, sometimes this ‘journaling’ gets away from me. But take your kids to a farmer. If they let you take your kids down to see the animals that make their food possible, or out in the gardens to pick a carrot…well, do it. Or be your farmer. Whatever it takes. Losing this ‘connectedness’ has got to have some influence on the high rates of depression and disillusion people feel. Life is a gift. These things don’t just happen.
So that’s what’s going on at the Grimstead of late. In case you’re wondering.