My children have taught me, they may have been raised with identical values, but they are individuals. Each with their own strengths and struggles. My role is to be aware of this and be the level playing field for them. I cannot attribute this thinking to my professional training. Nor can I give credit to how I was raised by my parents. I have become this kind of parent because I take time every day to visit that inner space, the sanctuary, where I am me.I’ve found when dazzled by anything en masseIt is worth the time to stop and look closer. That scrub with white prongs in the distance, has its own delight.I found these ‘roses’ …bloom in the harshest environment.Although I avoid orange drinks, sometimes it is worth to stop and gulp.An enamel orchid will continue to shine, under the overhang.At dawn the ‘bin chicken’ is equally beautiful with sea as backdropas it is stepping out of a pond at sunset.Stone hearts may be invisible in people, until you rub them up the wrong way. The visible ones, left by Nature, are always beautiful because of their vulnerability. (I photographed this exactly as I found it).
My mindfulness exercises have helped me parent children into young adults who value their individuality. My daughter has always been a creative person, with a passion for dance and the arts. The passion was there in infancy. She danced with her eyes before she could walk. She has changed and evolved over the years and in her teens, refused to squeeze into the space I thought was best for her. She has returned. She is now happy nesting, in the space she created for herself. We are both happier after me having learned, sometimes the art she appreciates is on her body, and not hanging in a gallery. My son claims he has inherited all that is good in both his parents. (Who could ask for more!). He has grown into a young man with focus on family and the most vulnerable in the community. So who cares if the only ponytail at the table, belongs to him. I now accept a tattoo is considered art. Questioning authority is healthy. Discussion is not advice. And, if advice is sought, my children, the young adults, have the right to choose whether they follow it, or not. Identical core values may be what we share in common, but what is different, is what makes us family.
What I’ve learned, and continue to learn about parenting comes from Nature. Once the foundation is laid down and core values practiced, it is easier to see the individual shine in the most unexpected ways.
Until next time
a dawn bird
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I have a friend who is a fine artist. She has now taken up tattooing to pay the bills. It is art.
How lucky you are to have one another.
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I’ve come around to the idea!
Thank you, yes I feel lucky too.
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