Imagination
My imagination is the thing keeping me sane this last stretch of sick days.
Thank you, Anne, for the mentoring in that.
Sophia has been sick for over a week and it makes her very whiny, demanding and weepy. Which really seems to rub my poor mama heart raw.
So in the midst of the sickness i have been pulling her into bursts of imaginative play or adventures. For her heart, for mine, for the overall atmosphere shift.
It is really where we soar, girls.
Mary Poppins swept into our quiet afternoon...
Love catching the scenes that are "our normal" these days. singing, dancing, playing all three of you together...
Friday was a day off of school, so we did a proper fancy tea party. Nails, Make-up, and fancy dresses.
chocolate chips scones to boot...
Poor fia still not feeling totally herself...
When drew was off for a day in the Syrian refugee camps, I loaded up the girls and we soaked in the sunshine and boats and drank hot drinks and played the hours away.
Feeding the fish was a giggling, silly, scary ordeal for this mama. You all wanting to step up to the edge as I constantly was pulling one of you back. I kept having flashes of one of you falling in to this bay...
We also sat down and each chose " our boat". We then divulged into tales of what we did on our boasts, the dangers and perils, stories and triumphs. It was so fun to watch you guys soak in the moment. Hope tired of our story telling a little earlier than us and decided to throw some baby wipes into the water. I gauged it a good time to go home, so said we had to leave before any police saw what had just transpired. Layla loved the thrill of the chase, of watching out for police and making it safely to our car without getting caught.
Then one morning I wanted to get some exercise outdoors and while Sophia made the jogging bit a little less than enjoyable as she exclaimed how much she hated "dis park"...we finally parked and found these houses. It was a palace and their were magical animals that come alive at night and all kinds of things for us to discover.
and that is the season of motherhood right now. To choose to relish in the sweet, the whispers of i love you so much, of big smooches, of little pig tails and adorable tummies.
to let the groans of boring parks, or mismatched outfits, or hot feet or socks that don't fit not stick. To let our imagination just turn and as though we wave our wands and make the world around us our playground.
Thank you, Anne, for the mentoring in that.
Sophia has been sick for over a week and it makes her very whiny, demanding and weepy. Which really seems to rub my poor mama heart raw.
So in the midst of the sickness i have been pulling her into bursts of imaginative play or adventures. For her heart, for mine, for the overall atmosphere shift.
It is really where we soar, girls.
stumbled upon the girls, one had my bible, one had my devotional...so sweet...
Mary Poppins swept into our quiet afternoon...
Love catching the scenes that are "our normal" these days. singing, dancing, playing all three of you together...
Friday was a day off of school, so we did a proper fancy tea party. Nails, Make-up, and fancy dresses.
Poor fia still not feeling totally herself...
But this girl and her arms and her chub and her being so grown up, it is a delight to watch her.
When drew was off for a day in the Syrian refugee camps, I loaded up the girls and we soaked in the sunshine and boats and drank hot drinks and played the hours away.
Feeding the fish was a giggling, silly, scary ordeal for this mama. You all wanting to step up to the edge as I constantly was pulling one of you back. I kept having flashes of one of you falling in to this bay...
We also sat down and each chose " our boat". We then divulged into tales of what we did on our boasts, the dangers and perils, stories and triumphs. It was so fun to watch you guys soak in the moment. Hope tired of our story telling a little earlier than us and decided to throw some baby wipes into the water. I gauged it a good time to go home, so said we had to leave before any police saw what had just transpired. Layla loved the thrill of the chase, of watching out for police and making it safely to our car without getting caught.
Then one morning I wanted to get some exercise outdoors and while Sophia made the jogging bit a little less than enjoyable as she exclaimed how much she hated "dis park"...we finally parked and found these houses. It was a palace and their were magical animals that come alive at night and all kinds of things for us to discover.
and that is the season of motherhood right now. To choose to relish in the sweet, the whispers of i love you so much, of big smooches, of little pig tails and adorable tummies.
to let the groans of boring parks, or mismatched outfits, or hot feet or socks that don't fit not stick. To let our imagination just turn and as though we wave our wands and make the world around us our playground.
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