whitesail

My wild child
he’s my salvaged shipwreck.
My wild child he’s my stone.
My wild child
he’s my constant reminder.
My wild child he’s my home.

I spent the morning with my son, Jakob, today. I love that little man so very much. I was searching for a title for this entry and I thought of the Cowboy Junkies’ song, My Wild Child and thought it was approriate.

Mike says that the song was written about his children and how they can change things…how they can totally uproot you and at the same time they are the most grounding thing in your life. At the same time, they can be a shipwreck and our home.

So Jakob and I went to the park today and wandered around, picking up pine cones as if they held the secret of life itself. And maybe they do…..