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Saturday evening my daughter requested a cardboard box. Putting our dinner reservations on hold my husband humored our daughter by unearthing a recycled box and reconfiguring it from its flattened form back into a rectangle capturing potential between taped together folds. The assembled box was then quickly cut with long slits on each side and the bottom per our daughter’s instructions. We left for dinner as our daughter scurried off box in tow.

Long after our meal was finished and the credits to our movie had ended we peeked into our daughter’s room. Resting on her desk chair was a puppet theater. Long strips of lined notebook paper carefully tapped together and fed through the slits in her cardboard box told a story in pencil sketches, each end rolled around taped together toy silverware from her play kitchen to create rods. On the floor beneath her chair colorful paper alien creatures were taped to colored pencils.

Scraps of paper and bits of clear tape littered her work space, but my eyes and heart were measuring a gift of nothing – a box made into a vessel of imagination.

Tagged: Daughter, Musings, Play