It is hard not to wonder if you are doing the right thing some days.
But then I discover the word "HOT" written in the beach sand by a child who refuses to sing the alphabet song or put pen to paper.
A few days later I have a conversation where the word "catacombs" comes up and he not only knows the word but can explain what they are, even though I can't recall ever mentioning or reading that word to him at any point in his life.
Another day I find him at the dining room table with box of meccano, following the instructions perfectly without any help from anyone else.
And I realise he has to be learning how to do these things somehow...it is just in his own time and way.
Then I remember what I really want for my children.
I want to live simply.
I want to sit by the window when
it rains and read books I'll
never be tested on.
I want to paint because I want to,
not because I've got something to prove.
I want to listen to my body,
fall asleep when the moon is high
and wake up slowly,
with no place to rush off to.
I want not to be governed by money
or clocks or any of the artificial
restraints that humanity imposes on itself.
I just want to be,
boundless and infinite
~ Author Unknown