Little soap box moment, I hope you’ll jump in with me.
I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid, getting messy was part of growing up… I have vague memories of eating dirt and playing with my food and more vivid memories of jumping in puddles, rolling down grassy hills, painting with my fingers and making muffins and cooking with my mom with flour in my hair and batter up to my elbows. And I still say it today, those are some of my happiest memories.
Last fall was a particularly rainy fall and more than once, ma family was stuck indoors because of torrential downpours and really cold weather. After days of not going out at daycare, my daughter would come home miserable, cranky and restless. Well, one week-end, my husband decided that rain or not, he was going for a walk and our daughter was going with him. Rain gear went on and off they went. When she came back, she was SOAKED AND FILTHY! She had jumped in every puddle, laughing and running all the way, falling butt first in a few of them and waving to the horrified people driving by. Funny enough though, months later, she was still talking about the time her and dad went walking in the puddles. RECORD MEMORY HERE!
I think we’ve lost sight of the bigger picture sometimes. In our WAY too busy lives, messes have become equal to waste of time. Nobody wants to clean up, so the solution is to never get dirty. I vowed when I had kids to fight against that gut reaction. It’s not always easy, it means living in a less than perfect environment an dealing with some grime every once in a while. But the memories are completely worth it.
Mmmmm… noodle sensory play!
What are some of your favorite messy times???