where my kid can be a kid
A friend brought her daughter over on a Friday night when my niece and nephew were spending the night and she remarked that our home was a place where kids could be kids. And nothing could have been a bigger compliment. I love seeing the little evidences of her everywhere. Her fingerprints on my laptop screen. Her toys in the bathtub. Even the former inconveniences are now smiles and reminders that I keep the coffee table top clear for her to put her coffee set and naked butt on when she runs around after bath time. I don't want to hide her presence in any way. Nor of any child who enters my home. Lyla left her mark on chalk "I love you Tia. You are my BFFF." I don't find any of her things ugly. They are hers and she likes them so they are treasure. Here she pretends. Here she puts on a tiny glove then knows where in the kitchen the big ones are. Opens and closes doors. Moves and spreads everything around in the day and mom tidies at night. N...