Yesterday afternoon they packed up many of their belongings, loaded my bed with their cargo and went on a long journey in search of gold and treasure.
I'm usually pretty insistent that they clean up the messes they make. But last night during our evening round of "operation cooperation" I cleaned up the things they left on my bed because I wanted a few minutes to study the anatomy of their play. While the kids tidied their bedrooms and put all the library books back on the white shelf, I reveled in the details of their creativity and took a moment to feel the quiet, nostalgic glory of being their mother.
I looked through what they'd packed - a sun hat, some sneakers, their favorite stuffed animals, Lily's lip gloss collection and her beloved body sprays and hand sanitizers from bath & body works, and the gadget bag. I studied the treasure map taped to my bedpost and smiled at the bandana tied around it, a nice pirate touch. And I laughed out loud when I opened up the "treasure box" and found all of our yellow legos (bars of gold), all the coins from our loose change jar and...Henry's WWF belt -- in all its gilded glory!
I am the luckiest mom.