A Conversation in a Cafe

July 2, 2014

motherhood

In the last week of school before the June holidays, I took my eldest daughter out of school for a day. She had a few appointments in the morning and I kept her home for the rest of the day.  We relish the times when it’s just the two of us.  I love this age, as my daughter moves into the teen years.  She forms her own opinions and it’s interesting to find out what’s rumbling inside that beautiful head.  

We went out to a cafe for lunch, just the two of us, and I felt a sense of gratefulness wash over me. I decided on pumpkin, beetroot, fetta, pine nut and rocket salad and she: eggs benedict on sour dough. After we ordered our food, I asked her if she had opinions on politics or history. Such broad topics, so I was fascinated to hear her response.

She thought for a moment and then said,   ”I don’t like the way our country started.”

“What do you mean? Convicts?” I asked.

“No, about how the English invaded the land and took it away from the Aboriginals. I just don’t think it’s right.”

“So..should others never have settled in Australia then?” I challenged her further. “Or how could they have done it differently?”

She responded by simply saying this: “…maybe by learning more about them, and their culture. Offering help if needed but not forcing a different way on them.”

In that moment, I felt an embodied sense of hope for our country in this next generation.

May we nurture our children’s minds: their sense of justice, their compassion, their thought process, their vision for the world they will inherit. 

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