A Childhood Without Messes

A childhood without messes. Can you imagine that? No mud pies, no splashing in mud puddles, no painting, no flour fights in the kitchen. Think I'm making this stuff up, think again. That, in a nutshell, is the subject of this post.

Let me begin at the beginning. The daycare that Kiernan attends planned a valentine's day party. They would be having a pizza party and exchanging valentines with their classmates. In order to facilitate this, they sent a letter home with each child telling the parents things they would need to bring and/or do prior to the party day. One of those things was to have the child decorate valentines to bring to school. Easy peasy. Lots of options out there.

I went wild I guess. After the exchange took place I realized this. Kiernan was the only one who had painted his valentines. *GASP* Paint! Everyone else was either no decorations or colored pencils or crayons, or clearly mommy and daddy "helped" as the level of art was FAR above that of a 2 year old. Am I really that off the wall? Seriously? That's painful to think about.

What kind of childhood is it if mom and dad are so worried about getting dirty that they don't let you play in the mud, splash in mud puddles, or heaven forbid, paint? I'm not talking about sending the kiddo out in the rain/mud while dressed in their Sunday best here.
I mean, just relax a little, let kids be kids. Dirt washes off, believe it or not, and what it doesn't wash off of...well, they're only clothes. They're replaceable. Childhood on the other hand is not re-livable.