Make childhood great again!
I love to pour into my children and reassure them that they are cherished and valuable. Their childhood is also my motherhood and every moment is a building block to their story!
#raisingourkids #outdoorfamily #wildandfreekids #childhoodmemories #goodolddays
Creating cherished childhood memories is essential for fostering a child's growth and emotional well-being. Encouraging outdoor activities can significantly enhance children's creativity and physical health. Simple acts of loving reassurance help them feel valued and secure in their environment. Involving children in family activities—like nature outings, family game nights, or community service—stimulates their social skills and sense of belonging. It's vital to create spaces where children feel free to express themselves, allowing their imaginations to flourish and develop their unique identities. By embracing the philosophy of 'making childhood great again,' parents can consciously engage with their children, nurturing their spirit and shaping positive, lasting memories. Furthermore, parents can document these experiences through storytelling, scrapbooking, or photography, helping both parents and children reflect on their cherished moments together. Ultimately, prioritizing quality time and emotional connection can significantly impact children's self-esteem and future relationships.
I grew up the second oldest of 7 kids. we lived by the forest in northern Virginia. my parents were in the military. my dad worked in the day, and my mom cared for the younger kids. my older brother was in high school, but we were all homeschooled, but we finished in 15 minutes, so me and the next two oldest brothers had all day free. with no supervision. ik. we basically lived in the forests. like ferals, and i loved it. if we stayed out too late, we just built a shelter with sticks, leaves, and bark and sleep out there. we would gather acorns and pound them into flour, go to the creeks, and make acorns bread or cake or whatever over a low fire. we found a stray dog out there and kept him. we swam in the creeks, trapped rabbits, and run through the woods barefoot, or with moccasins I made outta leaves and vibe. I made bow and arrows from scratch for us and we hunted squirrels. we'd cook them over fires at the creek too. I made tamohawks out of scratch too. we lived like native Americans out there, ngl. we never hung out with other kids in the neighborhood, they acted like city kids. they weren't like us. we were raised in the forest. we knew all the creatures, and the Indian stories, like the wendigo. we followed the Indian ways. we were one with mother nature there. I loved it there, I loved that life. but nothing good can last. my parents moved us to Idaho, on the other side of the country, no more forests, or creeks, just desert and dry mountains. and dead sagebrush, no green, or life. it's horrible here. I'm trapped. we live in the city, I go to public school now, and it's horrible, I don't fit in (not that I want to, I prefer to be by myself, no one understands me), I'm not free anymore. my worst fear came true. I'm a city kid. I would rather be de@d. I hate it here. life will never be the same . all I have left of that wonderful life is the memories, and those are slowly fading too. I don't talk about this much. no one understands my pain inside. 💔