One afternoon, as the Littles are playing carebears, Witchlette excitedly ran to me with the news that she found Sunna and Mani.
Here is Witchlette’s version:
E and her parents came over to play yesterday. We swam, played at home, ate dinner, and shared dessert.
Since it was the Full Moon, I had planned a small dinner ritual based around the Thunder Moon and Thor.
E’s mom and dad were very polite during the meal blessing and Moon Rite. This was new to E, but she was as good as a 4 year old who is hungry and has a plate of food before her that she cannot yet eat can be expected to be.
Witchlette and Witchling participated in the Moon Rite, specifically when I asked for Thunder Claps. K, E’s mom, also helped with the clapping. We hailed to Thor and made special recognition to Sif.
At this point, Witchlette took over by explaining all of the Thor related Asgard stories she could muster between bites of lasagna. Really loud Thunder is Thor hitting frost giants, rock giants, and Loki. Loki cut off all of Sif’s hair because he’s the trouble making trickster. But he didn’t steal Thor’s hammer, but he helped him get it back.
It made me proud that she cares enough to listen and learn the stories.
What makes me even more proud is how she is recognizing different pantheneons. Yesterday morning, we watched Moana and at the end, Witchlette remarked Maui is a god like Thor is a god. She then asked me to tell her Maui stories like I tell her Asgard stories. Since I don’t know any Maui stories, we found some on YouTube. We watched 8 Polynesian myths, 5 of them about Maui, 2 of them done in the native language with subtitles I read to her, but also let her hear the language. 4 of the 5 stories we watched we’re within Maui’s “You’re Welcome” diddy. This gave Witchlette a connection back to what she knew, but also provided much more detail than one line from a Disney song.
My Pagan tribe compliment with how they wish they could be my kids because they see the way my Littles are raised, how Witchlette’s curiosity is encouraged and her spirituality isn’t tied to one set of players. Heck, it isn’t necessarily tied to any real deities. Remember the Turtle Circle?
I hope she can continue to follow her own path, whatever that maybe, that she will hold strong when folks tell her she’s wrong. Because they will. Because people are assholes. I hope she tells Turtle Power and Blessed Be.
Witchlette psyches herself out.
She has dreams, including day dreams, which scare her.
The latest is the highly frightening skull and crossbones which appears in the Simpsons movie.
Hubby and I explained it’s not evil, it’s ridiculous. It’s to show the lake is now poison. It’s made from pig poop.
When those didn’t work, I changed tactic. We can’t reason with her, then we have to get her feeling safe.
I sprayed her sleep spray on her bed. She sat on my lap. I told her to put her hands over her bed and we called on Sunna for sunlight, Mani for moonlight, Balder god of light, Skadi protective goddess (and potentially Witchlette’s person) all to protect her and keep her safe from any bad dreams and for Frigg to hold her in her arms all night through.
So mote it be I said.
So mote it be she said.
There was a physical change in relaxation within her and she easily climbed into bed. She was exhausted after her long full day. We did a rainbow meditation to seal the deal and she is now sound asleep. No muss, no fuss, no tears.
Some parents use the deities for fear and control. I use them for comfort and solace. Seems to make more sense…
Witchlette has refused to partake in any of the book crafts I have planned for the summer. She has also refused non-book crafts. She’s just not feeling art right now. She’s not very artsy and is “required” to do art in school, so I am not about to force her to complete art at home if she doesn’t want to.
She does, however, want to do science just about every day.
On her birthday, when asked what she wants to be when she grows up, she responded that she didn’t know. It used to be doctor, but it became ninja, but then knowing that isn’t real, it became unknown.
A few days later, it became scientist.
So this morning, when she asked to do experiments instead of art, then swim the next day, who was I to say, “No”?
We retried elephant toothpaste. Still not as advertised, but we still have the ingredients we bought soley for this and will try it again next week.
We also did an alkaseltzer lava lamp, which was a huge hit.
And of course, after we finished our three experiments (we did toothpaste twice), we had free play…
…before going to rinse off in the shower and have lunch.
Today Hubby was accompanied by Witchlette to the craft store. While there, Witchlette, still on a kick from Litha, saw Fae houses on sale and insisted on getting one for the Fae friends who share our dwelling.
Wheels are turning to make a whole little sanctuary for them…
This morning, around 7:45, when I realized I didn’t think I could do all day of free play, I rediscovered science experiments for kids I saved on Pinterest a few years ago, and I was thinking since science can get freaky, we should do experiments on Freaky Friday.
Today, we did two weather experiments: clouds and rain and tornadoes.
We put shave foam over water in a jar. Witchlette and I refreshed our memory of the water cycle using itsy-bitsy spider then dripped water and blue food coloring from a medicine plunger over the foam and watched it go down into the water below.
After, we put dishsoap into water and closed the lid. Shake in a circular motion, and voila! Tornado!
Witchlette continued with various experiments on her own for two hours with joyful results. Two hours!
Freaky Friday it is!
Not given much thought
Until it’s time to end.
In decades past,
To wash one’s own was
The only way.
Then to take and toss
While out and about
Became the balance.
Since then the convenience
Of take and toss
In our disposable society
Has lead to massive piles
Of incompostable waste.
Waste that wastes but never wastes away.
My how glad I am for my
How glad I am to have done cloth
At home and away.
No take and toss past
This chapter closes
From breast to fork
From diapers to toilet
From baby to child.
The last of the babe
Is the waste collector.
Washed but once more
And passed on to the next
To hold the waste
But never wasting away.
To be part of the solution
Not adding to the problem.
Thanks you cloth diapers
For the bottoms you’ve covered
And conservation you’ve provided.
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