Someone on Facebook posted an article from Forbes about how parental behaviour can prevent our children to become “the leaders they have the potential to be.” And while I do understand the idea of some (only some!) of the points the article makes, the fundamental message actually makes me angry and sick.
A little bit over two weeks ago, the twins turned one.
The magical number. The first year. My beautiful two boys are now officially no longer babies and their birthday marks 365 days of being on this earth (not counting those in my womb). Whoa. I still can’t quite believe it. And at the same time I’m so very excited about our next year together which will bring their first words, their first “conscious” yule celebration, probably their first trip to the ocean and so much more.
With Lughnasad up ahead and the boys turning one, the question of how to build traditions, what traditions and how to celebrate which holidays gets ever closer to my heart. Neither Leander nor I celebrate Christian festivals and while I found a spiritual home in paganism with a big touch of Wicca, he is not so settled in any religious or spiritual frame, despite being a very spiritual person. So it’s not only that we celebrate different days and fests than all of our family and most of our friends, it’s also that we celebrate them differently. Plus, we both don’t believe in forcing a spiritual or religious view on children and would rather they find their own way. That does however not cancel out celebrating certain occasions.
If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
A feeling of warmth and silence and bliss that is so comfortable and well-known that you hardly realize it’s there. Like a beautiful, warm, shimmering ball of light that lives in your soul, giving your eyes that special glimmer of true happiness.
There I was, lying on a blanket in the grass, the sun shining in a blue sky, the boys playing, laughing, crawling all over me. Next to me, the little stream murmuring. A soft breeze carrying blossomy scents. And I realized: this might just be the happiest time of my life.