a journey with children

a journey with children

is

a journey with bodies:

and all the things bodies do and need

so much..

you've never learned so much about bodies

and all their systems

it is a journey with things:

at least in a western material world…the clothes, the toys, the bedroom, the stuff

figuring out stuff needed, getting stuff, organizing stuff, cleaning stuff, rearranging stuff, fixing stuff, purging stuff, donating stuff. you will be sifting through stuff until your dying day

a journey with phases and stages

waves of growth

the ins and outs

ups and downs of body, mind, emotions, people

all systems of life to learn.

but when is life not phases and stages?

to watch a growing human, to see it up close and personal.

it’s odd how a phase can seem never ending and then suddenly over…you know, like winter.

and then you’re like, aw, did i really enjoy it?

did i really feel it?

oh well, it’s over.

a journey with children is a journey with food.

like all the time…

for me, food has been one of the toughest

the levels you are trying to master all at once in parenthood, in motherhood,

in primary care taker-hood are mind boggling.

a journey with your concepts of right and wrong

a journey with acceptance

a journey with a hall of mirrors held very close to you...so you can see the most gnarly, warped details about yourself reflected and hopefully get the message to love them, or back off on pushing or not loving that part of yourself so hard that it gets twisted.

maybe someday i will sit and writ this list and try for making it complete.

but it will never be able to be complete.

the thesis on how a flower grows and pollinates will never be complete.

there is no way to have a complete capturing of life other than being life. we only have brush strokes and pen strokes and crude mimicry.

a journey...

a journey...

a journey....

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