Each age brings some new give and take, push and shove and it all seems to lead to more restrictions, greater responsibility, and the expectation that your ** years old so you ought to be acting like something that feels so remote. *sigh*

I remember not too long ago over hearing mum talking to Amelia about ‘now, when you’re 7 you’ll have to blah, blah, blah’ and thinking “good grief! the kid will never want to grow up if she’s got a list longer than she is tall of expectations.” No wonder we sometimes go all out in the boxing ring of mummy vs. daughter. Life is tough and it doesn’t seem to get any easier even as a parent (or two) try to help easy the growing pains.

It’s good for Huck to see the fall out of his actions. It’s good to let him see that you are human and there are moments when, as we say in my house, “done” – it’s a very clear and definite moment when you just feel it to your core that you are – done, d-o-n-e. And that’s okay, you just have to warn everyone and still try to get through to bedtime when you can go to sleep to wake up and start a new day. Or go build your own nest, but find your own materials or another war will breakout. whew!
This too shall pass and sharing it just lets you get it out AND let you see that you are not alone and that it’s probably the sprites and mischievous fairies and not the water.