|Kiva Retreat House|
When I was a kid my father used to take me to to some great public hot tubs back in my hometown of Santa Cruz, California. The tea reminds me of the mint tea I used to enjoy way back then, have I mentioned my parents were hippies when I was little? At first I was sure the tea was served at the Kiva House, but after another sip I thought maybe Well Within? Now it is just going to bug me, if anybody knows which has the mint tea, comment, let me know so I can sleep tonight!
This memory reminds me what a lucky kid I was. I can't say I have taken my kids to either of these wonderful places... Different times, different kids, and I am not the parent that mine were. It is funny how we choose our paths as parents. I know that I for one have become a very different kind of parent than my mom and dad, not because they did a bad job, I turned out rad! But seriously, I don't give my kids the freedoms I had as a child and I often wonder if this is a mistake. I am strong because my parents allowed me to choose my own path, make my own mistakes, and learn from the journey. I try to give my kids a safe environment to grow and learn in, but I think it may be too staged, their lessons too well choreographed.
Hmmm, food for thought. But at least I know where my kids are at night! I love you Mom and Dad.