Weird Twists Of Time

Monday was a sick day for my child. She lounged around...slept...and we watched a movie together. She was beginning to experience some cabin fever, and I was working on my third cup of coffee...when we knew something had to change. With coffee only inches from my hand, a paint brush within sight, newspaper at my feet...I declared it painting time. With minimal effort I pulled out a pile of white price tags and some old flash cards, and the coffee painting began. Nothing makes paper look more aged than a nice coat of java.

This random act of creating has become a Ma-Da (Mother/Daughter) experience quite often with us. It invites the opportunity to chit chat...spill some interesting stories...reminisce about each of our childhoods...and discuss what the future might hold. These mindless activities often segue into creative projects. She began working on some adorable little necklaces (will show soon), and I made some handmade gift tags. It turned the afternoon into something far more memorable than the current flick on the television.

Upon reflection, the afternoon was summed up like this: the coffee painting conversation was about her future...while we painted paper to look aged...and the entire time I was wishing she would never grow up. Weird twists of time.