My children have made choices. Real hardcore difficult choices.
First they chose to do this wild thing with us. To move into the wild. To see what it would do to us.
They cultivated skills. They learned about teamwork. They saw that you can change a situation, you have that freedom, you have those capabilities. They went through hard times. They came out on the side. Stronger.
Sebastian has chosen to study in the city for a while, he wants to work with children, he wants to take them out into nature, “help them grow confidence”
Victoria has chosen to become an adventurer, she´s a sailor girl, she´s exploring the world.
Silas has chosen to fight for what he believes in. His father.
Sigurd, the little one, has chosen to be a natural-born hippie, never seen a hippie as hippie as him, he calls himself the warrior of love. `nuff said.
I´m not saying that I didn´t make any mistakes, good lord, I did and if I had known what I know now… I would´t have done half of the things that I did.
But I think I got the basics covered. I think I somehow (bewildered and unaware) raised them to be human beings capable of choice.
I think that´s what parents are supposed to do.
As for me…. I´m an old pissed off viking warrior lady, that´s just how it is. It is only recently that I got home from the battleground, pretty baffled about what they did to my country, pretty angry about what they did to my people.
But that´s all right.
I send love out into the world.