Today, my beautiful wild son ran across the vast open spaces and screamed...completely loudly, wonderfully and with a zest I challenge anyone to match! He is alive and fizzes energy and life.
I love him.
I would die for him.
A man...an old man muttered as my son whirled past him,
'Why does she let him scream?'
I stopped, son faltering then whirling again, being a rocket, a pirate, a complete star...
'Because he is a child.
Because he is a young and exciting and wonderful child.'
My daughter, wisdom beyond her years,
'Are people born old Mummy?'
The man just looked; lost for words with my articulate reprimand and the honesty only a child can have.
I held his gaze. She held mine and took my hand.
He looked away...
'Mummy...look at me!'
Laughing ,we went in search of treasure.
