For most of their years, we've home educated the Young Adults (fondly known as the Ya-Ya's). Neither the Machinist nor I are qualified teachers, yet believe that parents have a vested interest in their children and thereby can bring about a love of life and learning in each of them. The transition from school educated to home educated wasn't always easy, but thoughts of self doubt - thankfully - didn't last for long. The exultation of living life together twenty four hours a day held us captive. We have flirted between home, work and pleasure for the past 16 years and oftentimes, these aspects of life have blended into one.
It's strange, really, when you consider our varied backgrounds. The Machinist is an only child, whose mother married thrice which resulted in traumatic and sometimes physically abusive relationships, neither of which were suitable to raise the Machinist in. He therefore spent his young years with his Ouma and Oupa who loved and cared for him deeply and completely. Nevertheless, his lonliness was always evident. I, on the other hand, although being born into a larger family, still experienced this same lonliness. My maiden family, to this day are dispersed over three continents.
Perhaps this is why we both cherish the notion of family.
There comes a time, however, when the chickens need to explore out of the coop. This fact of nature is not easy for the Machinist and I. The Ya Yas still live at home with us, we know that we truly have their hearts, yet their instrinsic destinies are calling them by invitation.
"All the more reason that you and I remain best friends, Babe", emphasises the Machinist.
And with tears in my eyes I respond "I know, Machinist. I know..." as I consider the joy of my first-love.