My children are my greatest teachers. For my children call forth my darkest sides. Shadows lurk inside myself. Dragons that I must face and embrace in order to be the woman, mother, and teacher I am destined to be.
My children. My teachers. "Do not run from them. Do not hide from them," says my heart. Through the walls of a building, through the guise of "learning," I send my children off to school. But in truth, I am hiding from them. I am hiding from myself. My shadows at bay, kept in their dark spaces, I can be at "peace" at home alone, with nothing and no one to stir my tempest within.
I am missing the lessons that THEY, my children, were put here in my life to teach me. What if my desire and inspiration to start having children came from their precious wise spirits whispering to my heart, "It's time! You are ready for our lesson?"
When they are grown, I will long for their return... all the while, I am longing for my own return to be a child again! "Do not miss the lessons your children are here to teach you," says a higher voice inside me.
Because there may be a day when I need to take my children's hands and lead them back to their childhood. We all forget. Thank God for Children! Our greatest teachers.
