“Stay wild, Stay child”
I often have glimpses into the future, futures I’d like to see.
I sometimes tell them not to. Tell them it’s rude. But lately I don’t.
Rude to who? Not to me.
To see them every morning enjoying their breakfast enjoying food. Draining every drop of the bowl with full belly’s slurps, giggles and laughter as they do so.
At some point an adult will tell them it’s rude to do so. Like their older sisters who rarely do it now. They will stop doing it. Made to feel less because someone else may find it rude.
I like to think of a future in a partners house somewhere or maybe on holiday with their partners parents sitting down to a nice breakfast.
Draining their breakfast bowls. The parents aghast and saying how rude.
The partner loving them for doing it as much as I do.
Stay wild child, stay wild.