It seems that more and more of the time, I am floating. I drop into the bubble of love with my three year old grandson and time and all else disappears. I have the luxury of my alone space provided by a dear friend in the form of a cottage as well as the love pod space at my former home with my dear former hubby, my daughter and my grandson. There is such respect, harmony and peace amongst us, days flow by with barely a ripple. We all enter into the world of the little one whose imagination never stops. We enjoy the beauty of the garden, harvesting the last of the summer produce. We work on projects about the house, finishing up a kitchen remodel from months ago. The little one loves to put on his ear protectors and safety googles and help his grandpa in whatever he is about for the day. He is great at handing over tools, knowing the names and uses for each and delights in his time using the tools under watchful eyes. He is amazingly skillful. He reminds us that there is no need for “toy tools” as he can use many of the real ones safely.
These little ones are showing us a new world. He and his grandpa were working on a project of replacing the staves on a wheelbarrow. After working for an hour or so, he said, “Let’s sit and be still.” They took a break, sitting and listening to the wind rustle the leaves, the wind chimes tolling their notes, the birds singing along. Grandpa felt the grace of the moments. The pause that allows the heart to swell and fill.
This dear heart is so active, can keep an imaginary world going for hours as he races here and there. Yet, he can drop into stillness in a moment, nuzzle your face, breathe with you, forehead to forehead. He can give vent to a torrent of tears and then jump for joy. He acts out his feelings quickly and completely. Emptying fears and frustrations through his whole body, and returning to his balanced set point of curiosity and fun. Love is his signature.
Our generation came in to pave pathways through density, we intended to clear our lineages, to allow the family patterns and storylines to be rewritten. Our children lived through our unconsciousness but did not experience the heavy violence and darkness that formed our worlds. They were free to ask questions, to push back and chart a new course. We came from a generation where children did not voice their opinion.
Now this generation of love beings has arrived. They have not come to experience trauma. They are not wired for confrontation or conflict. They came to embody and emanate love to raise the whole of this planet. It is such a blessing to be with them. Many of them recognize the sages of old, Buddha, Kuan Yin, Mother Mary, Jesus. My grandson used to say, “Bubba, there is Bubba” before he could pronounce d’s. I see my little grand nephews doing the same.
They are more sensitive, many requiring new ways of parenting. They demand more presence on the part of their caregivers. My daughter has found wonderful resources; Janet Lansbury with her practical suggestions on parenting, and Shefali Tsabary with her Conscious Parenting books and so many others. The internet is a wonderful tool that offers so much support to young parents. A different world from me at the local library looking up in the card catalog searching for anything on conscious parenting.
There are more angels coming in and they will need the support of all of us. I see many conscious grandmothers (and some grandfathers) assisting in anchoring and supporting the truth of love that these children bring. May we assist in co-creating a world of harmony, peace, abundance and joy with these dear hearts. I am so grateful that they have come!