The magic of childhood

 “We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.”             ~Ben Okri A comment on the blog (which by the way just makes my day!) from a fellow school friend (thankyou Cat), got me thinking about dreams and destiny and fulfillment. Its not unusual for me to think like that, I have always been a huge believer in dreaming big and fate.

She said that I had found my calling in life as a mother and photographer.

And how true she was. How lucky I feel.  I couldn't have dreamed I would be this happy being a mother, and then from that finding my feet as a photographer. The two go amazingly well together, and I feel so fulfilled doing what I love each day.

I try to think back to what started my belief in dreaming big, and then turning your dreams into reality, but I think it was just a good mix of everything from childhood.

On a cool but warm enough for the children to strip off, winters afternoon, my friend Mel and I met down by the boat shed at the river.

Children dressed in many different colours and costumes, delightful food galore, 3 big black swans and an empty river perfect for children to play made for a beautiful late Friday afternoon.  They explored and chased until it was so dark we could no longer see them and it was time to go home and feed hungry tummies.

It is delightful to watch them all play, delighting in the smallest things. Audrey was fascinated with a crab that she had found. Sydney was at first petrified but then protective of the beautiful black swans that Scarlett and Mason wanted to feed chips to. Mason was scarily enjoying running back and forth along the jetty, unaided and very wobbly and then delighted in throwing all the dry clothes and towels off the jetty. Byron was content with his packet of chips his 'gun' and not much else. Scarlett was in love with her new 'tutu dress' and sparkly pink shoes.  And Antonia gracefully moved around with you barely knowing she was there. And the eldest Lachlan decided he wasn't in the mood for the photos, but he made Byron & Masons day by wrestling with them on the grass.

They are all so different, and have such full and complete spirits. They are made happy by such little things, a yummy cupcake, swans in the river and chasey.

It always reminds me of this song, and these lyrics.

(Priscilla Ahn, Dream)

I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me. I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream That I could fly from the highest swing. I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be. The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream That I could fly from the highest tree. I had a dream.

Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave. I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.

I had a dream

I hope that over time, our children continue to dream, and know that they can fulfill those dreams.

Even superheros need food sometimes, or in Masons case, all the time.