What Is The One Gift That My Children Want More Than Anything Else?

When I buy my children bubble wands, they carry out legendary sword fights; dueling bubbles, battling blades.  When their warrior muscles grow weak, they shed their armor and transform into mild mannered scientists.  They spread their bubble mixture across the grass and sand, blending, mixing and creating potions filled with magic and wonder.


When I buy my children sandbox toys, they set them aside in favour of rocks and sticks; the most authentic and trustworthy of childhood tools.  Their shoes are their buckets, their hands are ready scoops.  They are the builders and masons of the future.

When I buy my children expensive toys, they quietly tuck them away in order to make room for the boxes that they came in.  They discuss building plans and architectural style in earnest.  They become engineers, planning, designing and constructing the bridges, towers and highways of tomorrow.

If I give my children mud, they will build a majestic castle.  With water, they will create a magnificent waterfall.  If I give my children nature, they will discover adventure, independence, confidence and a chance at the kind of  childhood that will shape them into creative, grounded people.  If I give my children the time and freedom to play, to get bored, and to be themselves, they will explore, create, plan and invent.  Their energy is boundless; their imagination is inspiring.  They are children, and this is what they want most of all.  How could I give them anything less?





Reality Behind the Scenes

I’m half way through my coffee, and I’m starting to suspect that the woman who made it for me gave me decaf as part of some sort of social experiment/reality TV based program. (I can see her grinning at me as I type this).

I’m fully expecting some crazy hyper, judgmental man with a camera to jump out from behind the counter and start firing questions at me about caffeine dependency and emotional instability. I’ll just be sitting here slumped in my chair, all droopy-eyed, muttering “fug off”, all the while wondering if I have the strength to tackle the barista in order to start drinking directly from the coffee pot.

Maybe I do need to be on some sort of reality TV show….