I cycled for 4 days with The Family (mum and kid), but it was time for us to go our separate ways.
It was a very intense and stimulating time, which eventually overwhelmed me, and for the last day I cycled on my own to regain some grounding.
I think I can’t quite fit in all my reflections on the time right now, but one part is a glimpse into what it means to be responsible for a small child all the time. I have big respect to all people fulfilling this role for children (or adults that need that environment of care).
In our society care is often assumed to be somebodies responsibility, often without deeper awareness of who is doing it, when and how.
I would love to see a care centred society that is able to deeply understand what is needed to nurture each person so that they can thrive in their own unique way. That feels a long way away.
For my part, I’m trying to learn a lot more about to to become aware and articulate my needs before my emotions cross over some line, which then causes me to need a quite sudden retreat. It’s a work in progress!
Anyway, on to some photos of the joyful fun time we spent together!
The interaction with each of the people I cycled with was almost opposite, with mum, we shared our thoughts on deep intellectual and emotional topics. Particularly powerful for me was being in a place with connection to Nazi Germany and hearing the family stories of the resistance in Warsaw. My eyes got watery!
With the kid, we also had a lot of conversation, but more like this:
me: woof. her: woof. me: woof. her: woof. (x20). me: miaow. her: miaow. me: miaow. her: miaow. (x20) … then maybe mooooooo. You get the idea 🙂 Something about the simple repetition is very pleasing to me (neurodiversity? or just like a calming mantra?). Often when cycling my brain and mind goes into a kind of simple circular pattern of thought, and here it felt like it was possible to vocalise and share that.
The connection on that level seems so simple and pure. Mirroring of sounds. I realise I do this with adults to some extent too, but I think small kids just get it! (adults often don’t, or it needs to be wrapped in an explicit context).
Ok, enough ramblings from me, onward with the photos…