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When Owen was four years old we saw a guy at a gas station. The guy wore a white t-shirt, beat up blue jeans, a styled hair cut and drove a motor cycle. He looked pretty cool. When I got back in the car after filling my tank, Owen said, "Mom I like the way that guy looks, could I look like that?". Of course I went home gave him a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and gelled up his hair. He looked in the mirror and nodded. With an air of satisfaction he announced, "Now I need a new name". He thought for a minute and said, "Hawk Raider...my other name is Hawk Raider". Of course my heart swelled with pride. There is nothing I admire more in a person than the willingness to look deep within the crazy disguise of being human and find that authentic sense of who s/he really is and then SHINE with abandon. This weekend Hawk ran into his brother and namesake. You can see his totem in the background. Owen borrowed my camera and slowly, with patience and gentleness, he stepped forward.He took this picture from 5 feet away. After several minutes of contemplation the hawk took flight and Hawk nodded after him, turned and walked on with that same look of satisfied self awareness.
I am so fortunate to be his mother.
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Wind said…
I have never known a mama who follows her children's lead more, listens so carefully, hears the requests, inner thoughts, subtle hints of desire or need, and then does everything possible to bring that into reality, make it visible and affirm them more than you.
These children are so fortunate to call you mama.

-Wind
September 2, 2009 at 9:06 PM
Angelina Lloyd said…
My beloved Wind...any compliments on my parenting from you are deeply treasured. You continue to inspire and educate me in the art and adaptations of motherhood. I love and adore you!
September 3, 2009 at 7:13 AM
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