At the end of a day, when they are tired and over stimulated from their one day of school; when I’m spent with errands and house cleaning, we all take comfort in creating, side by side.
I love these times, when each child (literally) brings his own talents and interests to the table.
There is the artist
The little punk under the table, whose talent at the moment is tickling feet and assisting gravity (and also evading the camera).
And the mama, who is quite taken, of late, with her X-acto.
(after, of course, a heaping helping of pink pearl eraser)
I love too, that my guys not only take comfort in their own creative process, but that they also give it, in the way of lots of, “Wow brother, that’s a tall building.”
“Cool picture, Luke!”
or even a “Whoa Mama, good job!”
Busy hands = happy heart = contented home.