“What do you want for your birthday?”
“Erm…a giant furry unicorn to snuggle with in bed”
“In bed? But where will you sleep?”
“On top of it of course!”
Off the wall, completely herself and utterly unapologetic for it.
That’s my girl.
People laugh and say she’ll grow out of it. I do hope not.
They ask if I discourage the wild stories and grand assertions. ‘Of course not’, is my reply.
My job is to nurture her creativity and raise a well-rounded, happy child. It’s not my job to cut off the excess so she can fit neatly into a stackable, grey box. I’m not in the business of destroying human beings. Especially not the ones I put so much effort into making.
My daughters love to garden, and I avidly encourage it with fairy gardens, seed planting, and tree spotting. They want to be teachers, musicians, artists, and rock stars all in the same week when they grow up.
And why on earth not?
Sticking to one job is boring anyway. They’re currently creating a band with their friends at school, and have long conversations about ‘the texture of music’.
I hope it’s always like this, that they always meet each other at night in Dream Land and go on wild adventures together. Even after I’m gone.
The Pencil Parent 