I inhaled the smell of coffee and tried to focus on her detailed description of what she was going to do. It sounded like a big project and girlfriend wasn't too concerned that I wasn't truly awake yet. She corralled her brother, ever ready to assist in a craft, and headed up the stairs.
I've long ago given up control of paper consumption here at Pope Academy. Josie's love language is crafts and, after months of trying to conserve, I've realized that using paper to create is pretty much what I buy it for. I listened to the rustling of paper and, what's that sound? Oh, there must be beads and fabric involved in this. After all, what's a bed without beads?
They'd only been working a few minutes when I realized what time it was.
Ugh. We'd had a surprise sleepover with my Mom this week that warranted a couple days of missed school. Today was supposed to be a catch up day and we'd better get going.
I started to rush them. We had things to do, equations to memorize. There just wasn't time for this.
As I walked up the stairs something hit me.
If there's no time for this, no time for making beds for imaginary friends, making memories with your little brother, I'm missing it. What's the point of what I'm doing here if I'm simply rushing them through life? If there's no time to create, to rest, to enjoy each other, I'm doing something wrong.
I let them finish.
It ended up only setting me back 20 minutes (20 minutes of peace that I can't believe I almost passed up).
Surprise, surprise, school got done. The bears now have a place to rest and I learned another important lesson.
All this open ended play? The dirt piles and stick collections? The beads and glitter and endless markers?
(Andy and the Lion activity pack from Mudpies and Makeup)