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The kitchen was filled with the smell of banana bread and my countertops were a glorious disaster of baking, painting, and paper mache.  Indoor adventures unfolding on a whim and with little regard for order my nest was a mess, but my home felt in order.

My children’s focus wrapped around a project, they unravel their thoughts and I am lost to their company.  When they were babies I would marvel at their sleeping form and wait for them to wake, eager for their joyful smiles and wide-eyed wonderment.  As they have grown, school day routines have replaced the reasonless rhythm of chance discoveries on impulsive explorations as we move through our mornings in a frantic effort to fall in to order.

Visiting with my children, as they molded creations with paint stained fingers tangled in sticky strips of colorful paper, I wished there were more time to play.

Tagged: Play, Routine