Wednesday, June 13, 2012

I love you my Son.... ♥

I walked with my son this evening. Dusk settled upon us with
a chill that reminded my why I love Winter so. 
Red faced and puffing we jogged a few yards and walked a few more. 

We had, had "a chat" after school today. The parent needed to be the 
parent (whatever that really means) and the teenage boy needed to be
the teenage boy ♥.... 

It was serious and funny and loose and real. We discussed what 
we thought it meant to be free. We agreed and we disagreed.
The decision then to move our bodies was mutual... the pace was uneven.
At one point I fell behind at another I lead the way.

When we arrived home I noticed a Wattle Bird
 perched in the branches of our naked Poplar.
Waiting to strike, darting and swooping  - catching dinner
whilst displaying his skills as an aerial acrobat.

It didn't last all that long and, as he flew away,
I thought again about freedom.....


Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

From our experiences of teaching, this whole question of boundaries and freedoms is one of the trickiest with young people. It is our firm belief that structures are necessary for adolescents to thrive but one always must be wary of these being too limiting or over protective.

We are sure that the answer is very much as you have shown here. Talk and discuss, advise and impose but, ultimately, the young must fly!

In My Wild Eden said...

We have had and still have these talks with our boys (young men) often. We agree a lot and disagree some. But I'm glad we keep talking. What a beautiful walk you had with your son. I always hope our kids remember these special moments. Beautiful photos!

Neesie said...

I can relate to your post today because I've had so many of those walks and talks with my son.
It hasn't always been easy but I'm so happy that we kept the dialogue open ♥

Alia et Libris said...

I have just found this today and I thought it was just so beautifully expressed. It makes me want to give you a hug.

My son is only just seven years old. I think about what he'll be like as a teenager and hope that we will be able to talk, keep the communication open. It's a bit scary I find but I'm pretty optimistic at the mo. One day at a time.

Thank you for writing something so beautiful and real. xxx

Vintage Jane said...

I love this post. My little man is seven and it set me thinking ... M x