It’s not as if it’s the last I’ll ever see of her just because she’s moving onto Uni this autumn. But it is the last of what she is now, before her new found adult independence reshapes her – I also look forward to that. But as she sits here in the August garden, serene and graceful, still with childish purities underneath her emerging adulthood, I revel in her beauty. Beauty of young life. Beauty of mind and thought. Beautiful naivety of soul still childhood fresh.
She looks beyond all this of course, to what she imagines the charged and exciting, cosmopolitan and sophisticated life outside her parents’ home will be. And may she be blessed with it as such. May she have much joy and success.
They’ve both had much success already.
I am so in awe of our two lovely young people. We have been so privileged to have been able to watch them grow, develop, achieve, blossom and bloom through all our home educating years. We have shared such a journey, they and we. Climbed such hurdles, often with giggling. Carved out happy paths through tangles of uncertainties. Deliberated deep and long at many spaghetti junctions. Ridden out storms and winds and rainbows at times. Loved every minute. We have coveted and encouraged, revelled in and respected them. And thrown them up often into the air to feel the wind under their own wings. And now they hardly have to touch down to old perches, they are well and truly airborne.
And I feel so incredibly proud and lucky to have had the blessing of that home educating journey together, incredibly proud of them both striking out there and fulfilling their dreams. And in total awe.
May all parents be so blessed.