‘let them be little’ or ‘wild and free’ have been “the” words or hashtags in the last couple of months or years used from a lot of young mothers.and i have been using them as well.they speak of freedom, a desire.they address a childhood we dearly want our kids to live and experience.for some of us, those words or sentences speak of a childhood we were never allowed to enter and for some of us, they speak of a childhood we enjoyed so much and still live/eat off it.
but let me be totally honest here.in a lot of situations or moments throughout the day, i’m not the super easy peacy calm mama who lets her two three year olds be wild and free.often i don’t find the inner peace and calmness to just let them do. a lot of times, i do stop my kids from being ‘wild and free’ or ‘just little’.sometimes i’m just too tired for another third chaos or mess.for me personally its the easiest when we’re outside.when all of my attention and concentration is with them.when i’m not distracted by things that easily distract me inside(like my phone, a call, a magazine, things and chores i need to do,…) outside, when equipped rightly according to the weather, its easiest for me to let them be ‘wild and free’ or ‘just little’. maybe thats another reason why we spend so much time outdoors or in the garden.but inside the house, thats where i have lots of boundaries. and i tell you, we just moved into a brand new house 1,5 years ago.that says it all. with a nice woodenfloor, which in my eyes is extremely delicate to water or fat…you name it.after a few months i totally gave up.now, our floor looks like its 10 years old and it has toooons of spots and scratches.it got the used look and i quiete like it now.i even stopped washing the walls where they left their signatures.now i think, its good.i want people and our visitors to see that this is a house with kids and for kids.
i still admire and look up to my own mother who radiated such calm and serenity with her 4 kids.i felt she really allowed us to be little and didn’t care so much about dirty, wet or ripped clothes or about her dirty kitchen.and then sometimes, i catch myself thinking, that i must have inherited or learned at least a little bit of/from her.those sometimes are moments, where i just let go.where i sit back, where i’m free of thinking a step further.where i’m in the here and now with them.where i’m enjoying their pleasure, joy, giggles, concentration, stories, songs, play,….yes, where no plans or time-schedules or thoughts of ‘oh no, i need to clean all this later on.or i have to wash all these clothes plus those girls and didn’t we have other plans afterwards’cross my mind and thoughts.in those moments it feels so easy, to just sit back and enjoy.then, if i carefully listen and feel to myself, i often meet my ‘inner child’ and then the pleasure and joy they are having jumps over to me.it becomes mine.and even though i might have spent 2 hours of cleaning the kitchen or washing clothes, i think to myself, what a great great time and experience it was for them.one i will also remember and cherish for a long time.
when i bake our sourdough bread (which hasn’t been so regularly lately as before) most of the time the girls wanna help and be involved.sometimes i let them pour some ingredients in the big bowl.ingredients i have measured and put into little bowls before, to make it easier.when the dough is ready to be placed in the fermentation baskets, i use lots of flour to put in the baskets, then place the dough inside and the big bowl is empty.my girls love flour and sometimes talk about it and treat it like sugar.yes, they love to eat plain flour.and they love to just play with it.so a while ago i started to just let them play with the flour when the sourdough is in the basket and just needs to rise.somehow it has become a little ritual now and they ask for little bowls to put ‘their’ flour in.they play they would be bakers and they built flour mountains and flour cakes and and and.its amazing to watch them.to watch them be little and wild and free in that moment.they come up with so many ideas and talks.they literally take over the place and the more i slowly disappear or sit back, the more they feel free to dive into their own world and imagination.and this happens everytime they are allowed to play with the flour and to make a mess.until today it didn’t really go out of hand. so the mess was only on and under the table/place they were working or on them, but they are not really the characters of throughing stuff or being totally wild. then its totally ok i think to limit the area or zone of where they can make a mess.in our case, it usually takes me half an hour of cleaning the table and floor of their workingspace.washing their hands with the hard flour is taking a long time too, but with a good handbrush it works well.
so last time when i baked sourdoughbread, i sat back, watched and took some photos.these two where so into their flourworld that i think they hardly realized that i was taking photos of them.but this time i just had to capture those half an hour or hour of them.as a memory and as an encourager for myself and maybe for you too, to let those moments happen more often.its so worth it.and our kids will remember excactly those times i think.one of my girls was even singing one song or one of her songs while playing and i totally forgot what it was.so next time, i told myself, i have to write down or make notes or film a little video….making memories.
alright.so here’s some photos: a cheer for more moments like these.a cheer for more courage to us mothers to really let them be little, to embrace the mess and chaos for the uniqueness of their childhood.a cheer for more bright eyes, giggles and smiles and fascination.