It’s the first time we’ve all managed to be together at the same time since Christmas when I snapped them among the decorations. This time, instead of cosying up round the fire, we were picnicking in warm fields.
And seeing them here made me think that parenting is like growing flowers.
You set the seeds in a nurturing climate, feed them with encouragement and care whilst they grow strong. They need the right kind of base and the right kind of atmosphere. Over feeding doesn’t help, nor does hot housing – you’ll end up with something too forced and weak without any strength or depth to their experience and character to help them withstand and understand the rigours of the outside. They need a temperate balance in everything.
And of course they need love.
Love means respect, care, attention. All living things need that to flourish from plants to pets to people.
Give them all this, protect them whilst they’re young and tender, then acclimatise them to the outer world and you can expect to see your own kind of blooms!