I hate the Soccer mom vibe, the idea that I need to be everything and do everything for my kids, manage all their play dates and get them to sports practice in time.
I hate spending all week in and out of cars, never exchanging more than pleasantries with people.
We do this to enrich our kids, when all they want is to pursue their spark with no time constraints. Drawing for hours, dreaming weird theories while stretched in a hammock, or just chasing after butterflies and fireflies with a puppy on their heel.
Or even sending them to bed when there are falling stars or northern lights to watch.
Bugs to watch, hands to stick into things. Why do we insist that the world is full of human things? Why do we get hung up on schedules and grades? We should let every little excitement sweep away into wonder.
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