Last weekend I tried something that was scary, dangerous, and risky.
I let my stepson…
make a mess
This might not be a big deal to you, but to this clenching, controlling, scared-of-anything-spontaneous mama stepping into the Orange Rhino’s example and attempting to yell less and…well, have a happier home…
this was a big deal.
While 3D Man had GlitterToes out hiking for some daddy-daughter time, I had Superboy home with me and I wondered how I was going to entertain the both of us while simultaneously not driving either of us crazy.
So I decided to plan fun. Yes, I’m so intimidated by fun that I need to plan. I have to start somewhere, right?
So I utilized an idea I found on Pinterest – putting duct tape up in a doorway criss-cross and then shooting dart gun bullets at it. Superboy loves dart guns and it’s a sport he and his dad play a lot.
Just the foam Nerf dart guns. No worries.
So I stood up on a chair and tried my best to make the duct tape sticky side face out which was a feat, in itself. My magic tape target area wasn’t as grand and magical as the Pinterest link, but fortunately, Suerpboy isn’t up on Pinterest enough to know the difference.
He was very excited, much to my delight.
Both of us aimed our Nerf dart guns and fired. We missed entirely, but it was a blast trying.
I was not afraid to have fun.
Then we moved on to my baking idea. Again, Pinterest saved me. A recipe for Oreo Goodness and we were off being dangerous again.
I told Superboy to crunch up those Oreos into tiny pieces. I noticed that, in doing that, his fingers were getting caked with crumbs by the glue-like creme.
I chose not to panic.
Instead, I said the unthinkable:
“Lick your fingers.”
He looked up at me as if I had said the whole newly-discovered cavern of gold and treasure could be his.
“Yes,” I said, “lick everything off your fingers off when you’re done crunching all the cookies.”
Meanwhile, I mixed together the creamy goodness part of the Oreo Goodness – a messy combination of cream cheese, butter, whip cream, and vanilla.
After I layered the two, I gave him the bowl of leftover gooey goodness. Again, he looked at me with that odd look.
Wow, I thought. Does he really not know what to do? Or is he in such shock that I want him to do it?
Well, Superboy went to town on that spoon. He scooped up every bit of that goodness and I believe I had to pry the spoon out of his hands when it was clear all he was swallowing was air.
The result of all that scary messiness?
A big hug before he went over to a friend’s house (and after he had washed up) and saying, his head buried in my waist,
“Thank you, that was so much fun!”
I nearly melted from the gooey goodness of that hug and comment.
So I can now say I did something that scares me.
I’m very good at being responsible and taking care of my kids’ needs – be it emotional, physical, or spiritual.
But I know fun is also a need and I was lacking in that department.
I think I did a pretty good job.
However…before you applaud endlessly, take a closer look at those pictures.
In the midst of all the messiness…I did have paper towels spread out on the table in case any crumb happened to jump out of the bowl and create a mountain of Oreo crumbs on our table or, even more devastating, trickle onto the floor to create a carpet of Oreos that would swallow us whole.
Though…that does sound kinda fun…
On knees, head low, arms high…