I tripped over Lego pieces, saw stacks of board games in the middle of the room, a half empty seltzer can was on a bookshelf... I hollered down to the kids "Hey guys! Could you please come up to the playroom please."
As I waited for them to come up the stairs I glanced around a little more closely and saw that this mess, as I perceived it, actually had an order to it. Each little pile had a story.
|A guard trying to protect his fellow "good guy" from being further injured.|
|The base of the bad guys, guarded by a ferocious warrior.|
|As I surveyed the creativity around me my eyes began to get teary and the anger and frustration melted away. This was not a mess, this was imagination, fun, and creativity at it's best.|
|A painted wooden truck filled with small animals that are being transported to a nearby base.|