Thursday, May 29, 2014
This little man of mine is growing, changing, transforming before my eyes. He is full of energy from the moment he gets up until his lovely long lashes close at the end of the day. He can't sit still at mealtime, and as soon as he is finished eating is asking to be excused. He eats his meal and 15 minutes later is hungry again. He is all about doing things by himself. His arms and legs are growing and his torso is thinning out and lengthening. He wants to climb, and forget walking anywhere, he has to run, jump or skip. He is questioning authority and wants to be in charge. He will spend 45 minutes setting up his farm and animals to play, and then not play, but instead move onto something else. He will sit on the swing in the backyard, Justin in the swing beside him, and talk, non-stop for an hour about his life. He is full of joy and laughter one minute and then upset and frustrated the next.
This, in the Waldorf world, is known as the six/seven year old transformation, and is said to start around the age of five and a half, which Reece turned just a few weeks ago. It would seem we are right on schedule. Steiner called this transformation the "first puberty", and from our experiences so far, that is about right. I am reading a book, written by Waldorf teacher Ruth Kerr, appropriately titled You're Not the Boss of Me. In the book, Joan Almon, another Waldorf teacher, likens this change to that of the caterpillar spinning a cocoon and emerging as quite a new creature, a butterfly. It is a transformation on many different levels, his body is changing, his consciousness is changing, and his connection to his world is changing. With all of those changes comes confusion, and frustration.
And that my friends pretty much sums up our last few weeks. It is wonderful to watch as he moves through this change, exciting and interesting, and at times very challenging. I find myself having to dig deep, very deep some days, for grace, love and patience as he, and we, move through this transformation.
It will be of no surprise to you, that both Reece and I are finding our solace in nature as we move through these changes. The moment our feet hit the trail, there is calm and peace. On Tuesday we visited a spot we hadn't been to since the fall, and it was lovely. Time by the moving water, tossing rocks and getting our hands wet, and then a stop at the pond to catch frogs. We spent far more time there then we intended to, but Mother Nature had our backs, and we let her arms hold us both, soaking in the peace and comfort she was offering.
From what I have been reading we are just beginning this transformation, it is a slow journey over the next 18 months. You can be sure we will be spending a lot of time in nature.