Oh how I miss these tiny, grubby, little boy hands. They belong or belonged to my little man of 7 mighty years, 7 lickety’ split years ago.
I used to tell this little guy and his brother that if you weren’t dirty by the end of the day, you probably weren’t having enough fun. Call me crazy but I believe in messy-out of doors- fresh air- goodness for happiness and health.Yup, for real.Get down in the dirt boys and get dirty!
The kind of playing where mud swamps and cities are magically created with a hose and a pile of earth in the back yard. Rocks are painted without brushes and well, pretty much anything else that is ‘paintable’ is coloured . Eating spaghetti and tomato sauce with your fingers is a good one too. It just tastes better that way, when you are a kid. Good, tactile, fun. It is just a bit of mess. Right? It builds up your immune system…..AND it washes away instantly with water. Just add soap. Magic! Priceless.
Now these hands are big and even manly, at the tender age of 14. They tickle the keyboard of a computer or gaming system more often than not. Sadly, a good amount of the time indoors, most of the time in the dark. Can you say ‘Man Cave’? Ughh. I probably wash more clothes now than when the boys were little, even though they are far from dirty. *sigh* This boy and his brother love their man caves.
It is normal.
At least I try to tell myself that. BUT I really don’t have to like it.
AND I do really miss those days of my kids being mini tornadoes, energy bundles the colour of earth brown.They are still super messy, so I truly can’t miss that. It is just a different kind of mess now.