Some days, I wish my kids were very small
Like today.
Because today I want to do things that grownups just don’t do.
Like build a fort.
With blankets and chairs.
I would put it against the wall so that I could have pillows to lean on.
Only they would be beasts I had tamed.
And have little pin lights hanging from the chair backs.
But then again
The kids would want to play their games
And make it too much like a movie they saw
Or a campout
Or the jungle.
My tent would be in the middle of a crazy network of caves and tunnels.
And there would be no maps
Because the openings keeps shifting
And the tunnels move.
And, only I can find the way in
Because I am magic.
But I would bring a friend.
One friend.
Because she gets me
Even when I don’t.
She will say
“Oh, perhaps we shall have some tea then!”
When the roof starts to sag and I can’t figure it out.
Or
“Look! A new door! I wonder where that goes?!”
Because she knows that adventure
will get me all excited again.
And maybe I would have to get new chairs
And blankets
Because maybe that corner of the living room would always be a tent
In a cave
At the end of a wild trek through mysterious tunnels.
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Love it.
🙂
Pillow forts, baby. Tom and I build them–but not often enough.
I knew you would write today. You just like wrestling (with yourself) over something so you can overcome (yourself) before you get to do what you (yourself) want to do. XO
Shelly, you told me once you wanted to design small, single-person cozy spaces. I have not forgotten this. I may, at some point, write about my childhood cozy space. If you ever go into the business of making these for real…I want to barter for one.
Love.
What say we prototype one together instead, one of these days? 🙂
I’m so in.
I love this post and love your fort. I haven’t built a fort since the my kids were little.
maybe it’s time for us to build one, Jean…
I’ve been re-reading this post. It makes me feel safe. Love.
Let’s build a fort, Moni. Come spend the night!