Sometimes it’s the finer details in life that you have to look for to appreciate them properly. Look harder, look closer, you might be surprised.
You see a little boy’s hand, dirty, nails bitten and a scruffy flower seed, blown and battered. We call these fairies, by the way.
I see a hand that has spent a busy day, exploring, learning, drawing, eating, getting dirty in the garden, questioning, playing, constantly talking, never stopping, full of life.
I have never been one to worry about my kids getting dirty, getting into things, and whilst I do sometimes gently guide them away from the mess and causing chaos every now and then, I have grown relaxed in my parenting and generally live the mantra that a messy child is a happy child. Kids and clothes can be washed.
The finer details of life, finding a fairy seed, catching it, worrying about damaging it, and talking about it, how it grows, where it has come from, and what happens to it, planting it, and now waiting to see if it actually grows.
Just one tiny moment from my week. It’s never dull, or boring round here. I don’t think I would have it any other way. Sometimes I wish for a little more peace and quiet, but I think we would get bored if that happened too often.
We roll into a summer holiday with no time away, and restrictions thanks to Covid19. More staying home, less adventures this year. But we plan to enjoy the small things and make the best of life, before hopefully some vague return to normal, in the autumn. We shall what the next few weeks won’t we?
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