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Home only one day from the wilderness and needing some one on one time with ‘My Little Pony’.

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Nightweaning: take two.

A few months ago I night weaned Theo. It wasn’t too bad, a week or so of adjusting but he soon happily slept all night with his ‘mulk’. Recently though he was unwell and I felt like he needed to be fed during the night when he asked. So I did. And so he decided he should have it all night every night again like way back in his glory days. I disagree with him on this front and told him so in the wee hours of this morning. 12:18am to be exact. He cried like this while admiring his dramatics in the mirror, seemingly upset and impressed by his own tears as he cried. In the end he stopped and said “I go bed now. Water’. And he did.

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In the pretty pink twilight my little fairy and I walked up the hill to watch the ocean crash into the rocks. We didn’t talk. I followed her light gait as she walked to the crest, planting small feet on old stone. In that moment she seemed so old to me, a child of the ages, growing and changing with the tides. Knowing so much I will never possibly know. With innocent abandon she lifted her arms and chest, calling out to the ocean.

I sat behind her and took photos as she moved to the wind and tide. I watched her openness to this magnificent world before her, so natural to her – so refreshing to me.

I want with all my heart to give her more of this life, wild, slow and free.

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Oh, that little pressed up nose just about kills me. These two are my loves.

This is to be included in Peach’s project but someone asked me to post it here so they could pin it so I thought I’d just go ahead of myself and post it here now.

I have thought for a while how much I want to capture our Peach’s joy for dancing in a photo. It felt hard to capture so much freeness and jubilance in one frame. So I cheated. (For those that asked how this was done. This is 8 photos stitched together in photoshop).

I’ve been trying to instil into Peach positive coping for her emotions since she has started to ask for treats to ‘make herself feel better’. I explained that food, presents or whatever else can’t make her feel good. I knelt with a hand on her chest and said “honey, the only thing that can make you feel good is you. what things can you do to make yourself feel incredible?”.

Sometimes, as a mother, I have these moments I want to remember exactly forever. The moment that followed was one of those. (and the reason why I marched down to the bottom of our street right after to take this photo lest I ever forget).

My Peach looked down at her feet. At first I thought she was dismayed and likely to respond with a dejected retort. I saw her chest rise and fall but with a new breath she looked up, eyes ablaze.

“I can dance! I can dance mum! When I dance all the angry inside goes away, I get out all the bad air. I am IN-KEDIBLE when I dance”. 

And my heart skipped double beats. She is incredible but knowing that she knows what sets her soul on fire, what ignites her passion and what gives her freedom at three? Yeah. That’s incredible.