It is a Monday. I have felt mildly gross and headache-y for two days (coinciding with some new naturopathic horse-pills; coincidence?). My daughter is on school holiday. I have two young children and no schedule. What to do? I was wracking my wee brain for a bit before I was hit with an important truth: Why is it that we are supposed to do anything? Isn't doing nothing the best part of being a kid...and the best part of being a parent who gets to stay at home with kids?
With this in mind, I set the picnic blanket out in the shade, opened up a basket of beautiful shells I bought for my daughter to explore THREE YEARS AGO (shame on me!), and gathered some empty egg cartons, some clear plastic containers, clean cloths and a water bottle. Discovery time! I'll just them do whatever they are going to do with those things and join in the fun.
In retrospect, I'm not sure it was such a grand plan to send our order-obsessed girl to a Montessori school. At age 3, she took to it like a duck to water, but two years later she is fairly convinced that everything (and I mean everything) must be highly ordered, have lots of rules and an intended goal. Open-ended activities like the one I set out today just do not compute. She came to me at least three times in moderate distress about what it must do, how much water do we need, what if I spill... Our neighbor, on the other hand, spotted it when he came for a play a few hours later, and he was over the moon! He got right to work arranging, rearranging, and plopping shells into the water. As did our two and a half year old. Sigh.
p.s. Why is it that I cannot thwart that darned typepad clock? It thinks it is Sunday, but Down Under is in Monday already! I even set this post to publish "at a later date", which I set as my current time and date (Monday, Oct 4 at 12:51pm). As soon as I hit "schedule", it posted on the blog as Oct 3 at 9:51pm. Grr.