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.
Pirates and Treasure