I love our new attic.
It can be a huge mess, and I never have to see it, walk through it, clean it, nag about it, hide it from friends.
When friends come over I can sit and chat with the parents while the kids make their ruckus upstairs.
It gives me long periods of quiet while Emmeline naps and kids play. I have to admit, it’s a bit eerie at times….and sometimes I actually miss hearing them play. I NEVER thought I’d say it, but 80% of the time I really like hearing the games they’ve come up, it gives me a little glimpse into their worlds and how their minds work. Thankfully my in-laws sent and intercom system, so I can turn it on to listen in, and turn it off once they start fighting or getting loud and crazy and annoying.
Most of all, I love the attic because it’s magical. It’s what I always sought out as a kid: secret places all of my own where I could be who I wanted to be and let my imagination run wild. A friend this week told me that she read in a book that one thing that little kids need is a place where there are no rules set by parents…..where they can just be who they want to be. I think that’s what the attic is giving my kids.
This is what I found when I walked up the steps the other day. At first glance it looked like a huge mess…..but then I tried to see it from my kids perspective and I found that it was a very delicately laid out landscape where their imaginations had some adventures that day. It made me smile.