I'm completely obsessed with childhood at the moment.
With stretching it. Prolonging it.
With getting out and getting dirty.
With making stuff and burning stuff.
With pretending and imagining.
With climbing and swimming.
With singing and telling stories.
With exploring and getting lost and falling over.
With grazing your knees.
There is a bit of a tug of war beginning in this house over independence.
Over mobile phones, shopping trips with friends and over outfits.
I acknowledge and remember those feelings.
But I am trying to slow it all down.
There is so much time for those things.
These times are precious and can be magical and wonderful.