So, here I am – I am a proud mom of a wild child and NO I wont change him, I refuse to tame him, and I CHOOSE to treasure and love those wild edges of him. See, I want to walk this journey with him, and help him become who he is meant to be, instead of some perfect version of someone else’s imagination, even if it’s the hardest thing I’ll ever do. I will encourage my little explorer to go on as many adventures possible, and even join him in some. I’ll happily jump over couches of lava, and swim in the muddy carpet sea, because I know that these little adventures are good for his soul (and secretly mine as well). I’ll embrace running barefoot, being chased by dinosaur trees, and I’ll admit that watching ants, finding geko’s and catching worms or spiders made me fall in love with nature all over again. I will give him the freedom to make decisions, fail and to learn right from wrong with me right by his side. I will allow him to make mistakes, and messes, but I won’t try to push him into a little mold. I will embrace his unpredictability and I’ll watch in awe as he pushes every boundary placed before him, because I want him to stay fearless and to go beyond and above what we see as comfortable and known. But most of all I will encourage him to be true to his own self, I will assure him that blending in is overrated and that God created him to be a light in the dark and not to fade into the shadows. I will promise him that he is an original, unique, rare, yet perfect masterpiece that will one day be admired by those same eyes of disgust, judgement and disapproval. I will remind him that he was born to dance to the beat of his own heart, to roam without cages, with the innocence of a child, and the free spirit of untamed horses. I will hope that he laughs without stopping, live with abandon and love like that’s all there is. I will tell him to stay wild, my wild wild child.