“Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.”
― Albert Camus
One of the quotes that haunts me the most of late is Peter Pan telling Wendy in dismay that she had gotten old. I know that advancing in years is inevitable yet the idea of giving into an arbitrary standard of behaviour, maturity and lifestyle disturbs me. I never want to lose the part of me that rebels against authority and the idea of being an or worse yet the authority does not sit easily with me. Yet being the parent of a teenager seems to thrust me in that position more often than I care to admit. At times it becomes an interesting dance between wanting the best for my son and trusting that when it comes along he will know it even if that means letting him make the mistakes that will lead to that discernment. Part of me envies the freedom he has to rebel in ways in which it does not seem workable for me to do at this point. Each day brings a new lesson and the hardest one of all is not only being there for him but letting him know that no matter what happens I will be there for him.
Blessings, G
Exploding Essence by G A Rosenberg 