Anyway, the constant chatter in the background of kids needs, wants and whatever else goes on does not always help. But sometimes it does. I (only occassionally) am able to look at life through my kiddos eyes. When play clay was the thing to do yesterday, I needed a break. Sitting at the same table, I quickly found my hands kneeding and pressing and designing.
And feeling my mind quiet. And seeing my boy smile.
We Santa brought some wonderful Sensa-Dough from My Little Otter this year! (I see she’s taking a bit to regroup after the holidays and only has paper straws and sprinkles in stock. I’m so drooling over those too!) Such lovely colors and scents to work your hands over!
Coloring, puzzle piecing, handwriting, painting. All of them have the same effect. Intense concentration on what is instead of what will be, what should be, or what was. Mindfulness.
Yep, kids know where it’s at. Until it’s dinner time, then I’m happy for my adult brain. Who knows what we’d eat if it were up to them.