Thunder Storm

I just got really strict with my children. I was like a big mama thunder storm.  I don't enjoy being that way but I think we all needed it to clear the air. The sun has actually come out in the sky too. Phew.

With things calm and reflective I can recognise the gorgeous in them all again and feel bad for not seeing it all the time... and then I  feel all guilty because they will be back in the constraints of school again next week (and part of me can't wait).

It made me think of this quote by Pablo Casals, a Spanish cellist who actually said a lot of beautiful things.

'What do we teach our children in school?’ he asks. ‘We teach them that two and two make four and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them “Do you know who you are? You are a marvel. In all the world, there is no other child like you. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn't been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him.'

Blimey, makes me feel even worse now. 

Better go and try to convince them of their marvelousness.