Yesterday was the best day of the week. Plenty of sun, fresh air, and lots of fun to be had. And since I had to drag my kids around on a few errands, I said it would be okay for them to have friends over. Yes, I'm one of those parents. Who love having my children's friends over. All because I like to know who my kids are friends with.
It's important to me that my kids enjoy having their friends over. And obviously, I want their friends to want to come back to play. Sure my kids go to their friends' houses to play. I'm cool with that. But I like having alot of the playtime at my house. Never mind the mess, the chaos, the tears and disagreements, or the laughter and shrieks of joy that inevitably follow. It doesn't matter.
Call me crazy. I like to think I'm being prudent and resourceful. I like knowing who my children's friends are. Because when my kids are teens, I want it to be just natural they can hang at my house, feel comfortable introducing me to their friends and want to share their hopes, dreams and disappointments with me. A mother's gotta dream.
Since it was such a nice day, everybody stayed outside to play. And I took charge of snacks, drinks and entertainment. Three year old and her friends wanted to use this plastic seesaw that I have stored in the garage. Since my garage door isn't working, I told three year old to wait while I helped out some of the kids with an art project, and then I would get the seesaw.
Apparently, it wasn't fast enough. The three 3 year olds huddled together, whispering mutinous ideas. My three year old ran into the house. The other two stayed watch, giggling and looking back at the door. I was a bit preoccupied making sure the six year olds didn't torture the eight year olds too much. Since the other two little ones were outside, I figured my little one ran to use the bathroom. But after awhile, I decided I better make sure everthing was okay. But then...SLAM!! BANG!! Three year old was dragging this four foot long heavy red plastic seesaw and trying to jam it out of the door.
I was amazed. Three year old went into the house, opened the inside garage door, navigated through all the crap in the garage, managed to drag the seesaw off a few boxes, down the hall, pushed open the heavy side door, and was attempting to push this clunky seesaw out the door.
That's what I call sheer determination and resourcefulness. Most of us are determined to get to our goals. But how resourceful are you when one door is somewhat closed? Do you just wait for something to happen, or are you going to do something to make it happen?