Today, we got a big box from UPS. (It wasn’t empty, it had an order from Kohl’s.) As soon as Big Brother saw it, he begged me to help him make an airplane out of it. I said OK, admittedly a bit reluctantly. He wanted to get started immediately, but I talked him into waiting until after dinner (since it was time to make dinner).
So as Tim was putting Little Sister to bed, BB and I got out his craft box, my glue gun (at his specific request), some scissors, packing tape (his idea), and set to work. We spent about an hour designing, cutting out and decorating the airplane. We hot-glued on foam letters, rick-rack (his choice!), cut and taped various pieces of cardboard, even cut out eyeholes for him. (That’s the kind of thing you end up with when you let a 6-year-old design an airplane.) We had a blast!
Sometimes I forget.
Sometimes, in the hustle and bustle of trying to get chores done and kids taken care of, in the hope of having some free time, or spending time on the computer (even answering car seat questions on the internet), I forget how much I love doing things with BB. I forget what fun it is to spend time one-on-one with him, watching him concentrate as he carefully makes a decision, working together to accomplish a goal. I forget the feeling of watching him take the finished product in to show Tim.
I’ve got to find a way to remember.