I had written a whole lovey-dovey post about bittersweet changes in season and watching my children grow into their own independent people. How I treasure their self-discoveries and know that while they still need me, one day they will fly free and far beyond my reach. How I embrace them now and am filled with hope for the people they will be. In that post I sounded calm, rational, possibly wise and like such a good mother.
Then I spent several days exploring with those same children, and spent
a good part of most all of my time like this: STOP RUNNING STOP JUMPING WATCH OUT NO NO NO NO NOT THAT DON’T TOUCH INSIDE VOICES HANDS TO YOURSELF DON’T POKE YOUR SISTER ZIP YOUR JACKET CALM DOWN COME BACK HERE YOU ARE GOING TO GET RUN OVER BY A CAR OH MY SWEET SUGAR STICKS GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND — NOW YOU WANT CHOCOLATE? NO!
So, you know, I thought I’d better re-write that post because, well, reality can’t be denied. I love my children dearly, and all-in-all we do pretty well, but sometimes holidays and traveling — even just little day trips — can make us all insane.
I know it’s a slightly strange connection to make, but a poem by Thomas Wyatt comes to mind:
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
with naked foot stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle tame and meek
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Wyatt is setting the scene for a love poem, but love is love, isn’t it? And nothing is more wild — or gentle — than children — or mothers.
Many happy wishes to you for the new year, bloggy friends. Continual change is coming, like it always does. Enjoy!