Maddie started out playing Minecraft for a little while.
A couple of minutes later she was drawing in her notepad--pictures of sledding and her and Trevy having a snowball fight,
and then a few minutes after that she had a butter knife, as was hacking away at a box. I thought about offering to help before I saw that she was actually having success (and remarkable precision) with that knife.
What is it about our babes playing with cardboard boxes that charms us so? Obviously there is innovation and creativity to celebrate and admire, but I think it goes deeper than that. I think that in this most basic play we love seeing our children just go for something. No apologies, no explanations, no worries about who is watching... they're empowered... and we get to feel that we're doing something very, very Right.
Minecraft (with Mo' Creatures).
What should we do today, guys?
Trevy got out some games he wanted to play, but while I looked for a missing piece (the box had been spilled), Madd invited herself to play first...
which turned up much silliness and noisy giggles for she and I.
Which was another definite invitation to laughter, as while I was showing Trev how I was fixing to win the game, and why, he said nothing and just waited for me to notice that he had already accomplished what I was still conceptualizing.
Same thing--me smug and winning the whole time, showing him a couple moves he could play, and in the end the win belongs to him. Ha!
Doesn't sound very wild or romantic a day, does it?
But, you know. A couple of soups on the stove... hot, homemade rolls in the oven... hearing the babies sing "Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland...."
Warm house, warm hearts and warmed souls.
Blessed indeed, to my mind.