This fine evening, my kids decided to run through the house buck-naked screaming “FREEDOM!!!” at the top of their lungs whilst swinging their underwear over their heads. It was like a twisted scene from Braveheart.
Yet, it was a moment of pride. Pride of their wit, their perspective, their experience of life as a circus side-show. And pride that I, as a mother, found this so charming, so crazy and so downright awesome. Sure, I could easily put a stop their madness-making- demand they act with proper decorum and modesty. But, Fuck It. This is what childhood is all about-streaking naked through the house and relishing in the freedom of it all.