My boy, all of four, has this thing about trees. He also has a thing about hatchets, trust me it’s related.
I caught him outside a while back with said hatchet. He just loves his ‘widdle ax’, and tries to get at it as much as possible. This time he was trying to scrap away bark from a downed tree just on the edge of the woods. As I came up he’s explaining that he’s just trying to help ‘this guy’ out, and when he gets back on his feet he’s going to hug him. Needless to say it was incredibly sweet, though an odd method of showing affection. Also it should go without saying that I’ve decided to take a chunk of that trunk and carve a figure or some such for The Boy.
It didn’t hit me until recently just what an amazing thing this whole scene truly was. There’s the easily to joke about notion that my son sees trees as people, or some sort of equally ‘alive’ thing. But I’ve come to think that it means he has an instinctual awareness of an inherent worthiness of all living things. Note, this isn’t some sort of vegetarian/vegan rant. Believe me, I’m very aware of what goes into the taking of an animal’s life to provide sustenance for me and mine. And while he might not be at that particular level, he’s a great deal closer than I probably was at that age. Or a great many after.
Or maybe I was there. Maybe we all were. It’s not until we are older and molded by the world that we begin to have the indifferences and dislikes rife in the lot of us. Who knows? I’m trying to keep this post light, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t a challenge.
Completely different directional segue! Well, this is a bit more abrupt, but still. Shifting gears, hang on and buckle up. School has been going well. The girls both made A/B honor roll! The Eldest has really broken through this year, and I couldn’t be more proud. The Beast has a long term sub, who seems to be there regardless of parents’ concerns. As for me, things are going great. I finally got my emails in regards to accepting the position. The class is largely adjusted, I think. There’s a ton of behavior issues to start slogging through, and there’s a ton of strategies to try and utilize to get around some of these deeply ingrained antics. I think there’s already a noticeable bit of progress. Just enough to have a toe hold, not even a foot. Not even toes. Still, progress is progress.
And on that positive and striving note, I’m off to do more laundry while listening to punk on Pandora. Wish me luck…
P.S.- The kitten is an insufferable food stealing shit.