Getting Messy


Went looking for a certain photo in an album to share on the blog today.  Tried to scan it but couldn't get that to work so I'll save it for another day.  Ended up looking through old digital photos instead and came across these two from 4 or 5 years ago.  Of course, I couldn't stop there.  I reminisced for quite awhile.

Opened the linen closet where I keep medicines as well as towels and found a jumble of bandaids on the floor.  I've been finding evidence of Miles's messes all over the house lately.  I can remember Meredith being the same way.  Then it hit me.  It won't be long before Miles will no longer be "messy."  My frustration then turned to sadness.  When we're little we don't mind the messes and then we "grow out of" that which may contribute a bit to our loss of creativity.  I think there's something wrong with that.

So today while I'm doing laundry, I think I'll get out the finger paints and get messy.  (I guess the kids can play too.)  Yep, life is full of contradictions/tensions/opposites like that.  Clean and dirty, play and work, boundary and freedom.  What I know is you have to be willing to play and get dirty in order to exercise your creativity.

Will join me?

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