Childhood Freedom

My kids need time amongst the trees.

To hear the wind whispering to them, the leaves enticing them and the grass supporting their growth.

Too much of this world has been created to move them out of their essence.

To designate safety over exploration.

Security over freedom.

Fear over love.

We need to give them back to the mysteries of this world that created them.

Stop defining and assessing who they are and where they will go.

Trying to guess who they will be.

Control the outcome.

They are as free as we are restricted.

They see clearer than us.

They delight in the smallest of wonders and we move them on.

Tell them of its unimportance, and though incredulous, they start to believe us.

We turn them into the adults we are.

Not the ones we could be.