I love being a parent, it is an ever changing reality. My children have all moved into adulthood..... they seem to have survived somewhat whole and healthy so we must have done an ok job. I know that I did not do it alone. I had a loving spouse, great family, a village full of friends and most of all my faith. Life is so hard at times we all need a little something unseen we can depend on. something spoken or unspoken that we carry with us in our soul. I tried to offer this to my children. We attended Church, prayed as a family and read our bible. I tried to raise them to understand that God gave them free will so they should make their choices wisely and if a bad choice was made... well.... accept responsibility...... learn from it... choose to change and move on
We also read books and played games. We created stories and found time to play together and use our imaginations. Life is full of joy if you are open to it. I am not fond of scary stories but I do like stories of magic, where goodness wins and loyal friends are rewarded. I grew up on a diet of Fairy tales, Narnia and Madeline L'Engle . I encouraged my children to read them also... yes even Harry Potter. We need to be open to the magic in our life's.
Last weekend I helped my Granddaughter build a fairy garden... we saw Gnomeo and Juliet... a very cute movie, and now she is enamored with gnomes and fairies. I am looking for a flaming like Featherstone. lol Anyway we spent a few hours building a fairy garden. We planted violas, a traditional fairy flower. Created a path of magic glass pebbles, glass stones left over from my sons wedding, and a fairy house., all while wearing fairy wings and tiara's. This may sound silly, but it was all about childish joy and the faith in something special and beyond our understanding. It was all about the possibilities...
