There is the everyday. The days that stretch on a lifetime until you look back and you know how fast they go. The days that are filled with 4 children. Filled with screaming and arguing, laughing and crying. There is not a moment of quiet. Contentment from all 4 is rare. In these moments we learn and grow by playing.
Playing in the pots.
Arranging and banging.
Stirring and mixing.
Making pretend oatmeal just like her mom.
Cooking in the kitchen. Football in the living room.
Passing and catching.
Looking for the first down.
Over the couch. Under the fan.
Touchdown.
The game never really stops.
No one keeps score.
Full of emotion.
There are other games also.
Games that a 4 year old likes to play.
To turn your back for a second means you come up on the unexpected.
A little girl in the recycling.
Rearranging the pantry.
That little girl coming to give me a snotty kiss after all the rearranging.
A timeout has been called in the living room. Time to sit beside your brother and talk about game.
Time to discuss what to play next as the minutes march on.
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