Once upon a time, in a northern land were Frost and Snow were soon to be king and queen, lived a small little girl. Not much older than a few winters, not much taller than a young cedar tree, she loved her surrounding very dearly.
She knew where the loon favourite spot for fishing was, knew where the snake was warming itself under the sun, she loved the field where she could, if lucky, see the dears running in pack. She would grasp a handful of evergreen and smell it with delight, try her very best to climb up a huge rock and lay on the ground, making angels in less than an inch of snow.
My daughter is a spirited child, tapping into her emotion with the force of a hurricane. One moment, she’s sad to see a lone squirrel, wandering where its family could be, and then another moment, she's bursting with joy as she finds a snail on her trail. Every day, I feel blessed that my kids live so close to a forest, blessed that they can taste it all, live it all, feel it all... The new life of spring, the busy summer, the decay of autumn, the cold, and the silent death of winter.
I never try to hide nature’s truth, sometimes, hard factsof life and I am grateful to see her bloom into a natural playground. Sometimes, I would like to know if she feels it, if she feels the forces, the energy, the sacred...the calling. But I don’t, this is her path.
Recently, when I ask my daughter what she was seeing in the moon (since she was looking at it with intensity), she simply said: A goddess, mama!
I smiled, touched; I knew she had found her own magical space, already building her very own mythological universe.
As a mother, I always try my best to help my children understand what is going on around them.
As a mother, I always try my best to share the love I have, share the beauty I see.
As a mother, I always try my best to let my children feel the wheel of the seasons and embrace its changes.
But sometimes, they have to see, feel and believe by themselves...and when that happen, the best thing to do is just to be there for them.
