#wild parenting

Hey! I’m still figuring out stuff on here after a long hiatus, but I figured I’d introduce myself.

I’m Hannah, I’m 28 and I live in Vermont with my husband and our son, Bair. Bair is 15 months and the sweetest baby boy. My husband is a USMC veteran who now serves veterans in higher education. I am a Waldorf Spanish teacher and absolutely love my job and my community.

I love immersing myself and my family in nature, being a mom, cooking (and restaurants, food in general), and working on self-improvement, even when it gets uncomfy, which it often does! I am an aspiring homemaker, which is another reason I love my job as it gives me the ability and the guidance to take care of my home and my family within the context of a greater, loving community.

I intend to use this platform as a journal, feel free to follow along if you wish. I love making new friends and interacting with people, especially other parents. Join me if you want to learn more about Waldorf education, nature/play based learning, wild parenting, and more! I am still on this journey myself, and I’m always learning too.

7 year old (7!! Have you seen a 7 year old year?! They are tiny!!!) climbs 100 feet walls (with NO SAFETY EQUIPMEN, like at all!!!?): don't like it, but *annoyed sigh* fine.

For one thing, when both the podcast host and the guest can barely make it 15 minutes without tearing up due to the meaningfulness of the topic, you know it’s going to be powerful. And it truly was. Stories of children and adults learning strategies to cultivate empathy and the massive impact it had on their lives as well as the lives of those around them. It was really eye-opening. I think it was already mostly things I suspected in my mind but now it is expert confirmed.

In our most recent toy box, we got a new board book, “Max and Nana Go to the Park”. In the book, the little boy, Max, falls while running and hurts his knee. There’s a photo of Max crying in the book. The first time we read this to Bair, he saw the picture of Max crying and began to cry himself, immediately turning to me to seek comfort. It was the first time I had seen for myself the blueprints of a child’s capacity for empathy, and since that moment I’ve wanted nothing more than to cultivate it.