They are building forts in the living room with nothing but a few small blankets and a couple of boxes. It’s not really working very well.
I hate it when they build forts. They get all frustrated, and then they fight, and the entire endeavor usually ends with crying or screaming or both. And that’s just me.
But I am trying to be a mom who says yes. Who doesn’t put an end to fun just because it might end in a fight or frustration, or because it inconveniences me. I have a brief conversation with Art, head upstairs for a moment, and soon the boys are armed with a card table, a pile of flat sheets, and some clothespins.
They play for hours, patiently distracting a sister who would like nothing better than to tear the entire thing down just for fun. They argue a little, but work it out. Their fort fills our little living room.
They take it apart for lunch, because we need the chairs, but they don’t complain. The card table still waits by the window, draped in a sheet, for post-naptime play. And I am glad I said yes.
To give them good things– that is a gift I give myself. Because the more I say yes, the more they trust me and accept it when I say no. This is a lesson I am learning these days.
And a gift I am unwrapping.