I gave you a bath. You’ve learned to REALLY splash with both your legs and arms. You splashed like crazy and had so much fun. Water got all over me, all over the floor, and all over everything. It was wonderful to watch you. But afterwards, once I took you out and you started screaming while I tried to dress you, I started to feel a bit stressed and annoyed- tired, mostly, I guess, thinking about cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and about how soaked and dishevelled I felt.
Once you were dressed and fed and had settled down again, I thought about this- your fabulous time, my feeling annoyed, and I realized that I should be learning from you instead of getting stressed out about a mess and wet clothes. I should be watching you carefully in your willingness to make a mess, or your complete disregard/lack of understanding of a mess as a concept. You saw an opportunity to be full of joy and you seized it. You found a pocket of time in which to feel free and wild, and you took it, unhesitatingly. I suspect that you have a lot to teach me in these sorts of departments: the department of play, the department of freedom, the department of joy.
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