“It takes a village to raise a child…”
So true. But in this case, it took a tribe.
My daughter had a
little not-so-little school project. She was to write her own Pacific Northwest Native American-style myth, with symbolism. Her symbol was the raven. Her myth was How the Raven Stole Straw.
In Pacific Northwest Native American culture, the raven is a creature of metamorphosis, and symbolizes change and transformation. Often honored among holy men of tribes for its shape-shifting qualities, the raven was often called upon in ritual so that visions could be clarified. Foremost, the raven is the Native American bearer of magic.
So far so good. Her myth was written. Part two of her project was to create a visual to accompany her myth. It was about 9:00 p.m. on a school night and this project was due. The. Next. Day.
We needed a little raven magic.
My daughter had visions of creating a Native American blanket. A blanket?? Dude. It’s 9:00 p.m.
“How about drawing a raven, sweetie?” When faced with a challenge, I sometimes try to find a quick solution. It was now 9:18 p.m.
But my daughter was determined to make a blanket. My husband jumped in, ready to help his daughter clarify and realize her vision. He’s great like that.
The three of us formed our own sewing pow wow. Cutting. Sewing. Gluing. Laughing.
I’m not sure what time it was when the final button was attached, but the raven spirit came through that night to transform a piece of felt into…an A.
I have heard people say parents shouldn’t help their children with homework. Whatever. Sometimes, I think, it requires teamwork and relying on the elders in the community. Sometimes, it takes a tribe.
I’m linking up with the Yeah Write “moonshine” folks. Check them out!