<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Children on Late Blooms</title><link>/tags/children/</link><description>Recent content in Children on Late Blooms</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/children/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mum's the Word!</title><link>/posts/mums-the-word/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/mums-the-word/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.&amp;quot; and so in you the child your mother lives on and through your family continues to live&amp;hellip; so at this time look after yourself and your family as you would your mother for through you all she will truly never die.”    ―&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2856822.Osho"&gt;Osho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Childhood</title><link>/posts/childhood/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/childhood/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_266&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo; caption=&amp;ldquo;Little hands and feet&amp;rdquo;]&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2012/Childhood/i-mPrXgT3/0/MDZcMm3JDntSJ5MpZ6q7vNPND4XVwjbDRFvdQGxJN/D/Little-Hands-and-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Little-Hands-and-1024x576.jpg" title="Little Hands and"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s a long time since I was a child but there&amp;rsquo;s still a child within me who wants to laugh, dance, sing, and be free.  The photos in this collage depict both the innocence and the potential of children as seen in their tiny hands and feet.  Some of the children are personally known to me and they were having a good time playing freely and enjoying themselves with careful abandon.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>