Every Thursday afternoon, for a couple of hours
I look after two boys
to give their Mum a bit of respite.
One boy is 6, and the other is 8.
They are both real boys!
They yell, and punch and get seriously physical.
Each time I see them I try to think of something
to do do with them.
* a “Me” album
* card games
* melted crayons
* glass etching
* bush walking
and a few other bibs ‘n bobs.
But yesterday we went to the creek at the back of their property
– I know! How lucky are they?!? –
and did some work on their cubby house.
Bit by bit they have been building it,
with both their Mum & Dad.
It basically a lean-to
made from large and small branches,
propped up against a tree.
It looks like a tipi.
I knew it was there,
and had planned to go there with the boys.
I brought ribbons and wool and scissors
and we decorated it.
I told the boys that Native American Indians
would decorate their own tipis with feathers and beads, etc
to bring good spirits and fortune to their lives. ***
We also added some more
a lot more, actually
branches to the structure.
Except for the marauding mosquitoes,
we had so much fun.
It was so awesome!
I forgot what it felt like to just ‘muck around’.
Seriously, when was the last time you just played like a kid?
mud pies with leaves & twigs & stuff,
built a fort out of bed sheets and dining chairs,
create a sandcastle in the sand pit?
When is the last time
you acted like a kid?
*** I do not claim to be any kind of expert on American Indian culture,
but instead used this opportunity to talk to the boys
about another culture in another time.