I remember being bored a lot during my growing up years.

And I think that was good.

Really good.

We had to use our imaginations.  We had to learn to play together and not fight constantly.  We weren’t enrolled in a zillion activities.  In fact, none until we were much older.

And I’m glad my childhood felt slow.  Unrushed and full of play.

I’m watching my two boys make up a game that involves covering your head with a blanket and chase the other.  Lots of giggles.  For sure some cries before it’s over.  But it’s fun.  And homemade.  We’ll probably read some books when it all falls apart.  It’s a laid back morning after a class at the gym and before Caden goes to school.

What blessings I have in my life!