My re-wilded child

 hmmmm..warm, humorous, pre-knowing
   I set out to undo damage. I set out to "Radically whole life unschool". I set out to "re-wild", make "feral"....to set free my children. I set out to allow them to be their most pure, authentic selves as I could manage with my own conditioning.
   This child is wild. She hunches over as she runs, as she interacts and dodges unwanted interactions. She hisses and growls. She squats when she eats: on the kitchen floor or perched upon a bench.
  She is sovereign. She shrugs off touches. She abides no interference in her emotional journey of self. She does not want to be instructed. She responds violently to any insult or disrespect,
   She asks me to tuck her in every night. She allows me to guide her. Though I told her nothing of Standing Rock, N.D., she drew a picture from her dreams of a blue pushing back a black snake trying to encircle the Earth. Autistic children will play with her for hours to the shock of their parents. She gets along very well with the resourceful aka "trouble" children. She is still connected, present, "in touch" with the rest of humanity.
    She lives in her own little world from which she is not easily distracted.addressed and despises interference in it and yet she is sooo profoundly connected, on-the-spot intuitive/accurate in people's intentions.
    She is sensuous....."I want my hair down, I want it uncombed, I want to feel it on my back". Don't you dare fucking touch her! She'll say so in those exact words.
   She loves playing Minecraft. She is not sheltered from the world. She is not sheltered from society. She is simply allowed to engage or not at her discretion, preference, inclination, inspiration without indoctrination.
  It is just so simply a beautiful thing to witness.