Yesterday I measured the craft room at the gatehouse to make sure everything would fit.
As I measured and wrote and measured and wrote some more……suddenly…..behind me…..a tiny voice piped up.
“Umm….Mom,” she said in a whisper, tapping on my shoulder.
“Mom….can I ask you a question…..
…..where do we put our art stuff?”
I put down the measuring tape.
This was serious.
I could almost hear the tiny pieces of paper that live in the twins’ art house knocking at the door.
“What about the art house?
You love it over there.
That’s where you have all your construction paper and glue and stickers and glitter and stamps and paint” I asked with just a hint of panic in my voice.
She didn’t say anything.
She just calmly looked at me.
And then quietly placed her bucket of stickers on the shelf with a smile.
Who am I to send the tiny pieces of paper back to the art house?
Who am I to turn away glitter and markers that smell like blueberries?
Who am I to stifle a creative genius with big blue eyes and curly blonde hair and an overflowing collection of stickers?
After all….everyone needs a corner in this world to create….
….and I’m so blessed two tiny artists want to share mine. 🙂
PS Need a few more creative playroom ideas?
Wait until you see the tire swing….seriously.