When at home, the kids fight and whine a lot. The minute they step outside - away from the walls and the box that is the bane of childhood - to say hello to the wide open, they are skipping and laughing and running. They become, in an instant, happy kids. As for me, I start to cruise on my feet, at peace in my suddenly unshakeable belief that I am a wonderful mother.
Is it the ease infused by the soothing greenery, the caressing breeze and the open spaces? Yes, it’s Mother Nature; who nurtures and nourishes; who is wild and yet systematic; fun and full of surprises, yet organized. Like my little ones, she knows how to take dirt and mess in her stride. She knows that the slow-moving, the fleet-footed, the beautiful and the repulsive, the rough and the smooth, the meek and the aggressive all have their place in the sun.
