Today, in honour of Mother’s Day, I thought I’d write a post about how amazing my parents are.

And they are pretty darn amazing!

My parents are organic permaculture (permaculture is, very briefly, an agricultural and social practice that aims to be more than sustainable, and to work completely with nature) farmers in Hawaii.  I was born and raised on their farm (yes, literally born!), and no matter what, it will always be my home.

We realised on my last trip home, a year ago, that their farm is probably the longest-running working permaculture farm that is fully supporting/earning a living for the farmers as a farm, not as a teaching facility or tourist attraction, in the world.  My parents are never going to get rich off the farm, and while it has made them minor legends  in permaculture circles, they will never be famous in the wider sense.

What they have achieved is something much bigger and more amazing (yep, I’m going to keep using that word).

They have given more to the environment  than they have taken out of it.

Even as their daughter, I can hardly fathom how phenomenal  that is, and how few of us will be able to say that.  They have replaced invasive trees that were damaging the environment with useful ones that are feeding people, and  replenishing the soil, and holding it in place, so it doesn’t erode away.  The soil on their farm gets richer, with more nutrients, every year, rather than poorer.  Their water usage is minimal, and the entire farm runs on solar.  They have survived disease outbreaks in plants that devastated other farms, without having to resort to chemicals, and have futureproofed against other outbreaks by planting a huge selection of different fruits & vegetables.

They also made me, me, and while I can blame some of the things I don’t like about myself on them (what child can’t!), I also look at all the things in myself I like most, and am most proud of, and can see exactly how and where they taught me those things.

Both my parents, but my father in particular,  taught me to look out at the world  with wonder: to see the shapes in clouds, and the beauty in tree bark, and the patterns that buildings make, and what a compelling  face a random person has.  To learn by paying attention.  To see the joy in even mundane thing.  To be interested in everything, because everything is interesting.  You see it in my blog posts about walks I take, and graffiti I see, and frozen eggs, and random interesting ideas.  The world is just too fascinating not to share!  To this day I’ll see something around Wellington and wish my dad  could be there to see it right then, because (to use a phrase very typical of him!) he would ‘get off on it’.  I tell him over the phone, but it’s not the same.

My parents taught me to love things for their own sake, and because I love them, and not to worry too much about whether anyone else does.  It wasn’t the easiest lesson as a child, and happened a bit by default (as one of the only haole/white children at school, and one of the only Baha’is, I was always going to stand out, and my interests were always a bit niche), but learning it early has made adult life a lot easier.  I’m always delighted  to find ‘kindred spirits’ who share my hobbies and loves, but I never feel the need to like something because its popular – or, equally, to dislike it because it’s popular!  It’s a very peaceful place to be.

My parents taught me to trust in abundance, and to give wherever there was extra.  We were really poor when I was growing up, and they still don’t have much money, but on a farm there are always extras.  Every week they give boxes of fruit and vegetables to the women’s refuge, or the food bank, or friends who pass them on to people in need.  The farm has sheltered many a random traveller over the years, and they pass their knowledge and enthusiasm on with  open generosity.

They also taught me not to be wasteful: to use what you had, and be resourceful.  It was a necessity on a tiny island, with stores an hour away, and not many at that.  Save, and re-use, and make-do.  It’s a great skill as a historical costumer!

My parents taught me to take a person for the content of what they say, and how they act: not for  how polished their words are, the titles they have, or how they look.

One of the best things  they taught me is to not be limited by not knowing how to do something now: to be limited only by what it was possible for me to figure out how to do.  I might not know how to reupholster a couch, or write a website in html, or move a literal US  ton of fertilizer 1/2 a mile in a day, by wheelbarrow  (long story), but if I thought about it, and researched, and practiced, and worked on it (or, in the case of the fertiliser, gritted my teeth and moved 150lbs  at a time in a wheelbarrow, while walking 6.7 miles), I probably could  (although sometimes, as in the notorious case of the fertiliser, it wasn’t the best idea…).

And they are still shaping who I am, for the better.  I’m not there yet, but my mother is one of the best and truest examples I know of the Baha’i principal of approaching every person in the world with ‘utmost loving kindness’.  The worst thing I have ever, in my adult life, heard her say of a person is that their behaviour makes her sad.  She’ll condemn situations, like the crisis in Syria, as awful, but her focus is always on what we can do to help, not on blaming people.   I have to work really hard to think positively, and with love, of people sometimes, but I can always think ‘how would Mum approach this?’.  With forgiveness, and love, and understanding that we all have hard days, and we have to love others through theirs, and trust they will do the same for us.

So here’s to my parents and all the ways they are wonderful and amazing!  I am so proud of you, and so, so proud to be your daughter.

Mahalo Nui.  (greatest thanks)