Monday, May 16, 2011

Pudding Paint.

I decided to go all sorts of old schoolwith my kiddos and bust out some pudding paints. {a.k.a. 3 packages of powdered vanilla pudding mixed with milk, separated into several bowls, and then colored with different food coloring.}

After my anal Easter Egg Dying Tyrade last month, I felt it important to have a therapeutic crafting evening where anything goes!


And if I had a quarter for every time Kort gasped and said "Ooops! I just got some on the wall..." OR "Sorry, I just smeared it on the floor.." I would be one VERY ashamed millionaire! Oi.


I had to keep reassuring him.
"That's okay bud!
We're just having fun.
No, really, it's okay.
That's okay too.
...annnnd, that's okay.
Just have FUN!"


And I was SO SAD to realize that I had done this to my child.
He was so concerned about
"these things"
"those things"
"that thing"
and I thought - since WHEN did I start {unwittingly} teaching my children that "things" were anything more than just, well, THINGS?!


It was a wonderful learning experience.

It also put a microscope up to my perceptions of the kind of mother that I like to think that I am, and made me reflect on how I might make those {admittedly flattering} visions of myself manifest more readily in the here and now.

{Did that even make sense? It's getting late...}


One great example was Tennyson.

He was totally stressed, holding his pudding-dipped leg up in the air lest it drop down, touch MORE pudding, and therefore become even further pudding-dipped. {Which, would like, be a total nightmare, right?}

And I thought:

I want him to experience the sensations of cool pudding on warm fingers... and love it.

I want him to be able to play in the mud,

and to fearlessly tear into his birthday cake come August 13th.

I want him to have spaghetti in his hair and happy in his heart.

I want him to tread {dare I say it?} recklessly through the tactile parts of much of the world and feel and do and be as freely as other animals feel and do and be.

Without guilt.
Without fear.
Without over-thinking every gosh darn aspect of his
over-stressed/over-planned/much too restrictive life!

And I can help him do this by letting go.

Kort used to experience life this way,
and listening to him apologize for
every minuscule smudge
made me want to slap myself silly and scream
"What have you done to him?
Where is my wiley, silly, care-free boy?"


And I've decided that I want my children to live in a home full of joy rather than eggshells.

I want them to know that they are more important than the couches, the floors, the carpet, or any other THING furnishing the place.

But the best news?

Kids are resilient.
They bounce back.
They forget.
They live in the present.

And after ten minutes of
"It's okay's!" and "Just have funs."
They were both up to their eyeballs in
hideously unnatural shades of vanilla pudding.


And man, it tasted good.


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Angela@the crazyness that is me said...

Great photos! I love messy play and this looks awesome.

Tamar SB said...

This looks awesome! My mom told us she felt the same way when we were little, wanting us to have freedom to explore but not make insane messes! Glad they enjoyed!!

sherri lynn said...

This looks so fun! A good lesson for me to relax a little about the house and cleanliness and just have fun :)

Life with Kaishon said...

I love this Lola... You know I am ALL ABOUT this kind of parenting. I really can not STAND mothers that are so uptight and ridiculous! YUCK!

~Christine~ said...

Great post! Thanks for reminding me about relaxing and having fun with the kiddos and not worrying about the "mess"!

Nessa said...

Thank you for the reminder... not all things I call "yucky" are really gros - they are just messy. I need to let go more too. I love this... edible finger paint.

Jennifer @ Studio JRU said...

What a beautiful post. Your mom heart is so big! Your children are adorable. What a wonderful way to play and create! Great photos! :)

likeschocolate said...

Looks like they had a very wonderful and tasty time. How fun! Your brave.

Danyelle said...

Looks like they had a lot of fun. Sometimes it is hard to get dirty after trying not to get dirty for so long, but looks like they got into it.

We Four Explorers said...

There's something about babies in white onesies or just a diaper, and their bare little feet that makes my heart just MELT! I love those last two pictures.
Looks like they had so much fun making a beautiful, artsy mess!
Have a great week,