Home for good? Hard to say.
Home for now? Yes.
In a world where none of us are promised tomorrow, maybe it’s enough to enjoy the moment.
May you, too, be home. For now.
How it started . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .How it’s going
Aaaah. That feels better! I remember the relief I felt when our barely toddling daughter received the package containing her pink, green, and white crocheted “blankum” from a now-forgotten Holiday Inn somewhere between Florida and Ontario. Photos of her from that stage in her life feature the blankum as a wrap-around shawl, as the “frosting-on-the-cake topping on other blankets at night, as an accessory for lugging dolls and stuffies, and all bunched up as a pillow or something to hug. It was one multi-dimensional means of her shaping her own world.
Laurna – 🙂 Agency is the fancy academic word for that ability to shape our world, I understand – and the desire for it surfaces earlier than seems entirely useful – much earlier than we have any capacity to match it. But I guess the drive has to be the parent to the ability, as in most other things. This is a comment and video on toddler agency by the always delightful Dan Wuori.
Toddler agency, indeed! Charming.
Laurna – 🙂
My son-in-law Wayne’s motto: Go for the moment; that’s what forms memories.
Tom
Tom – Smart guy.
So glad loving and loved are back together. Happy ending, which we all wish for.
Judith – 🙂 Yup.