I think I was a nomad in a past life. Most people want to find that perfect house and plant deep roots. Me? I can’t wait to retire to an souped-up RV and cruise the country. I want freedom to move, to travel, to change.
I love staying in different places. The mountains are breathtaking to witness and the ocean simply calms the soul. And there is something about the open road and a long trip that I find inviting. I just see the world and want to live in it, experience it.
To be shuttered up in a classroom or office cubicle? While conventional, simply squashes my spirit like a bug on a windshield. Not that I didn’t attempt it. Not that I wasn’t good at what I did. After all, a girls’ gotta earn a paycheck right? But I was miserable following a path not suited for me. And only time has taught me that.
The real question now, is how do I train up my children? Do they take the traditional road or the wide-open one that I prefer? Do I grant them the movement and learning environment that I only dreamed of? In my mind, a person can always hop back on the highway with everyone else. But the chance to follow your own path doesn’t always grant itself in hindsight.
Day 3 ==> Movement. “Mothers of little boys work from Son up ’till Son down” ~Anonymous
He never stops moving. Didn’t in the womb either, this kid rocked it out to his own rhythm. Even now, we’re still trying to wrestle him into a night-time routine. He prefers that we all go to bed at the same time, but even that doesn’t guarantee slumber. Thank goodness he can charm the exhaustion right out of me. Well, that and a shared love of spiffy socks.