If I Were Raised By Wolves...

I would know what it feels like to be loved unconditionally...

I would know what it feels like to be respected and supported...



They would have taught me to honor my boundaries and to respect those of others...

They would have taught me to be generous with my love and affection, and to choose my mate with care and to honor the union for life...

They would have taught me that it is never permissible to mate with a family member...

They would have taught me what support and community are all about. The elderly, the aunts, and the uncles are welcome as members of the pack. They are helpers and look after the cubs while the parents are out hunting or resting. They bathe, feed, and care for the young like they were their own...

The wolves would have taught me to be myself but to also be able to play, eat, sleep, travel, and move with others...

They would have taught me not to get more than I needed...

They would have taught me to kill only when I was hungry, and not to kill for fun or sport.

Being responsible for my actions would be a lesson that I would have learned from the wolves. If I stepped out of line one of the leaders or my parents would have reprimanded me but they would never have shamed me. The wolves use a good and necessary kind of discipline called "tough love"...

Wolves grieve when they lose a mate, a loved one, a family member, or a pack mate. They allow themselves to howl or cry. They would have taught me that it is an essential part of living to experience the grieving and would never have tried to stop me until I was finished.

The skills that these supposed "wild animals" receive are sometimes more than our children are taught. It is sad to think that we as a human race don't always give our offspring the capacity for loving, and respecting themselves as well as others – that our Brother Wolf has the forethought to do...



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