The requests by L started early in the morning. He was asking me if he could build a lake in our backyard. It was just one of those days where my energy level was not high enough to handle the idea and mess of mud play. I convinced him (which is no small feat in itself) to wait until the afternoon when we would have more time to clean up and I was hoping I would get a second wind.
He asked again when his brother took a nap…again I persuaded him into another activity. This is not our usual dance, more often than not I am willing and actually very happy to see my boys knee-deep in mud and enjoying themselves. For some reason I was resisting today.
The house was a disaster, it almost always is at the end of the day. My husband came home extra early so the quick clean up I sometimes attempt to do before he comes home didn’t happen yet…
It was so nice to see my husband so early in the evening. We were talking, cleaning up the house, making dinner together and the boys were playing outside. All was pleasant and just when I was thinking “wow, the boys are really playing well together I don’t hear much”…
I hear them announce ”hello, your pigs are coming to say hello!” at our back slider door.
Oh My Gosh! It was all that came out. My boys were absolutely covered in mud. They were very happy and oinking like pigs. They were proud of their muddy bodies and wanted to show us how much fun they were having.
I went from shocked to angry to adoring in less than 5 seconds. As they crawled back to their mud pit I followed…
and found out why they were so muddy. They were slamming shovels into the
lake mud pit, spraying mud all over our house, themselves and really just everywhere.
L was giving me suggestions all day about this moment. The mud was calling him and I finally needed to just listen and enjoy.
I can tell you that the main reason I could have perspective during this moment is because my husband was home.
Spraying off mud-caked wiggling boys with a garden hose and then loading dripping with mud boys in the bath, washing hair with screaming revved up boys, spraying mud off the house, cleaning the mud-caked hose, sweeping and mopping muddy footprints away and making sure dinner isn’t burning is all a lot easier to do with another working adult present.
Ahhh the mud…I know this scenario will play out again, our mud really does have magnetic powers.