Thursday, June 6, 2013
My children are a teensy bit feral. I like it that way. I want my children's earliest memories to be of playing outside, the feel of sunshine on their (sun-screened) skin.
I want them to know what dirt tastes like, to not fear worms and roly-polys. I want my girls to anticipate the first calls of the robin.
I want them to eat strawberries fresh from the garden, to sneak tomatoes off the plant.
I want to find their hair riddled with twigs, dirt, and grass at the end of the day. I want the soles of their feet to be a little callused and a little funky.
I want them to help in the garden, to play in the grasses, to see that nature is good.
Posted by Maria Rose at Thursday, June 06, 2013