“…so, I meditated…”

With parenting, most of what Hubby and I imbue on our children is a team effort. We share 99.99% of the same values and want our children to have them as well.

Typical parent stuff.

Be kind. Be respectful. Be patient. Be confident. Give effort. Have fun. Be silly. Embrace your smarts and use your powers for good.

The 00.01% where I differ from Hubby is with spirituality.

We are on the same page that we do not want our children brainwashed and indoctrinated into an organized religion. We are on the same page that we do not want our children exposed to Yahweh for as long as we can help it.

Hubby is on board for me raising our children as Pagan. They care for their environment. They have personal accountability. They believe in the old ways. They enjoy hearing stories of their ancestors. My kids also have been exposed to my yoga and meditation practice.

Yesterday, after school, Witchlette informed me that she was troubled by not being able to go to her preferred center during free play yesterday. She then went on and explained how, rather than get upset and frustrated, she sat down and meditated. “I didn’t get what I wanted and I was upset. But I didn’t want to cry, so I meditated.” Then, she went and read a book in the cozy corner.

I heart burst with love and pride from this little girl.

I must be doing something right.


Pagan parenting done right

When it’s the day before Christmas, then the day after Christmas, and since it’s not Christmas, can we please watch Hocus Pocus because Witches? And they’re awesome!

#momwin #ifitsnotchristmasitmustbehalloween 

While cleaning

The Little Witches were tasked with cleaning up their blocks. 

Witchlette put five together and came running over to share her creation. 

Look! I made an elemental. 

She has done this with crayons in the past, and each time I find it endearing and heartwarming. 

I don’t remember doing this type of thing to make crosses when I was her age. Perhaps I did. Perhaps children of other faiths make small totems from their mythos. I just know I adore that she does it. 


Bedtime life lessons

Mostly every night, Witchlette asks for Asguard stories before her lullaby. 

Tuesday night, she asked for me to read from her Asguard Stories Book the creation of man. 

This one

Within the three pages of the retelling of the lore, a handful of stanzas from The Havamal are included. 

This is one of them

I remember, pre kids, listening to Louis C. K. and how realistically he discusses being a parent. One in particular is about his daughter who sees wild ponies, is bitten by one, and looks up more information about why they bite to learn it happens all the time. Over the course of the conversation with his daughter, Louis lets slip that one day, she will die. This breaks her heart and her mind. She is 8-10 and just learned that people die. Classic loss of innocence moment. 

Witchlette isn’t going to have that. We don’t speak of death daily and it’s not something we obsess over, but it’s also not something we shy away from. I have never directly stated, “One day, you will die,” but we have discussed death and our version of an afterlife. What we talked about in years past actually lines up pretty closely with what was depicted in Moana, which we just saw this summer. 

She experienced death with my mom’s dog. She understands that plants die and the flowers we see the following spring are new. She understands animals and people die as a part of life, and that it’s just what happens. 

Maybe it’s the world view in which I was raised. Perhaps it’s just the way I’m wired, but I didn’t come to that conclusion until my late 20s. Death was something to be feared. 

Perhaps it’s still too far removed for her to really understand, but perhaps it’s her Pagan upbringing that is making things right. 


Morning blessings

Each morning, in the car on the way to our endeavors, we sing the morning blessing song. I have been saying, “Shall we start in the North?” and between each verse, change direction, “To the East/South/West/Center.”

Presently,  as we back out of the driveway and begin to turn up the street, Witchling asks, “Start North?”

I have been giving the Little Witches ideas between representations (trees, breeze, flame, lake), animals (deer, eagle, lion, dolphin), and mythological creatures.

Witchlette typically chooses mythological creatures. Dark elves and gnomes for Earth; Witchling likes calling for ‘chauns (Leprechauns). Air gets light elves and faeries. Pheonix, dragons, griffins, and sphinx for Fire. Undines, mermaids, and sprites for Water.

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Earth

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Air

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Fire

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning _________________

Good morning _________________

Good morning Water

It’s good to see you today!

Good morning Divinity

Good morning Life

Good morning Spirit

It’s good to see you today!

This morning, which Witchlette specifically asked if it was Thor’s day, Hubby drove the kids to pre-school. Witchling was too excited about taking “Jeep school! Jeep school!” to request the morning blessing song from Hubby. I am curious if he would ask for it from Hubby in his car versus his Jeep.


Sharing the myths II

Two weeks ago, in the morning as we were finishing packing for school/work, Witchlette asked me to tell her another “Thor story”. As I was also in the midst of other tasks, I did not put forth enough mental energy to properly pre-schoolerize the first myth which came to mind: The Mead of Poetry.

I skipped quite a few sections and didn’t give the ending the bang it deserves, and I told Witchlette so and promised I would tell it to her again at a point when I was not in the midst of packing.

Later that evening, after her lullaby, I knew I would have to run out to the pharmacy and told her so before we started signing. Witchlette asked, instead of her lullaby, if I could please tell her a Thor story. Since the pharmacy is open late, I relayed a The Treasures of the Gods and then we all sang her lullaby.

The next morning, I sat and thought about Mead of Poetry better and was able to give her a proper version of the tale. It was at this time that Witchlette’s title changed from “Thor stories” to “Asgard stories.” Over the next few nights, I relayed more and more myths to her and the new routine went from book, candle, lullabye, stay with me, bed to book, candle, Asgard story, lullabye, bed.

More recently, she has been concerned with the dark. She is frightened that she cannot see in the dark and she is worried about what she cannot see coming to get her. To try and calm her, I have relayed the relationship between the most beloved Balder and his twin brother Hod. According to many scholars, Balder did what he could for Hod- he always worked to include him and would share in his joys with him as best he could. When he was cast aside during the revelry of throwing axes and spears at Balder, Hod was left out because Balder was the target and no one else thought to include him. This is what made it so easy for Hod to fall pray to Loki.

Witchlette knows Hod before the mistletoe- the Hod that adored his brother and, while not as outgoing as Balder, is just as kind. There is nothing to be afraid of in the dark, because the dark is just Hod.

Witchlette’s response: “I like Balder better.”



Mama superpowers

As I was going through old drafts, I found one that I wrote about a year ago. Somehow it got saved as a draft and never published, so I am publishing it now.

Mama superpowers are real!

I experienced them last night.

I had just finished changing Witchling into his pjs and was walking over to my nursing chair. The light was off, though both kids have nightlights for us just as much as them. Then it happened…I tripped over his heater and fell to the floor. Witchling in my arms, down we went.

Somehow, some way…I was able to twist myself so that I landed quite hard on my side and Witchling stayed in my arms and off the floor. Somehow, some way…on our way down, I was headed to fall and land on top of him. But I didn’t, I raised him up and I went down and this changed my own trajectory and left him completely unscathed and none the wiser. Not a peep from him.

I nursed him and we continued through our bedtime routine.

I’m sure I’ll be bruised in the morning, but that doesn’t matter.

Mama is a super hero!