At Selby's school Fall Carnival a few weeks ago, I paid three tickets per child (at .25 a piece) for my girls to look at a pot bellied pig in a cage. That's a buck fifty for a gander at a house pet! This is how desperate our schools are for money?! Anyhow, I drew the line at the rock painting booth. With a back patio full of landscape gravel that I detest, no way was I paying to bring home more. Instead, I put the idea in my back pocket to pull out on just the right day.
I'm so grateful I saved this activity for a long, lazy afternoon, as the girls painted rocks for almost an hour!
With the holidays creeping up, and times necessitating we all be more creative with our time, money and energy, I was happy for the reminder that simple things - like painting rocks - can be so fulfilling.
I sat on the back patio, watching and smiling as the sun hit the colorful rocks at just the right angle. I marveled as little hands and little minds worked quietly. Happily. Contentedly. "This," I said to DaddyBird, "this is what it's all about!"