Everday moments with the sweetest peas:
This is what the sweetest peas can often be found doing...
what mama calls, "creating" and what dada calls, "ack!!! the mess!!!"
Play-doh...one of life's greatest inventions...or not...
I've come to believe that play-doh is a love affair with really no in between...
either you are a fan and your kitchen carpet probably has at least one dried up piece of it smooshed somewhere...
or it is just plain banned from your house all together.
Well as you guessed, we are "play-doh friendly" 'round here. (Well that is between the hours when dada leaves for work and when he returns home...ha!)
What I love most about it is being able to watch the creativity process happen through the minds of a 6 and 8 year old.
Building, squishing, shaping, cutting, molding, starting over...hmmm...sounds like there might be a few life lessons for all of us in there.
With play-doh you can do no wrong...well ok...
I guess you can leave it out all night to dry...and you could be one of those people who mixes all the different colors together (I'm shuddering right now)...
but really...you create, you try, you change, you alter, you improvise...and then the best part...
the clean up process which those "other people" complain about...
you take a big lump of your play-doh and press it into all those other little pieces that have gotten lost, fallen by the wayside, been forgotten about...
and you bring them all back together as a whole...and pack them away...
to start all over another day.
"Hands"
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all ok
And not to worry because worry is wasteful
and useless in times like these
I will not be made useless
I won't be idled with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
for light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know,
but they're not yours they are my own
but they're not yours they are my own
and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
but it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
but i knew it wasn't ever after
We will fight, not out of spite
for someone must stand up for what's right
cause where there's a man who has no voice
there ours shall go singing
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
My hands are small, I know,
but they're not yours they are my own
but they're not yours they are my own
and I am never broken
My hands are small, i know,
but they're not yours they are my own
but they're not yours they are my own
and I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
God's hands
We are God's hands
God's hands
We are God's hands.
-Jewel
xoxo
CS