An enormous fig tree, planted by my great grandfather, in the front paddock of the farm, and two small people in it’s roots and branches. We turned off all screens this week, just for a few days, to reset, and remember all those other things you can do. It took my three about half an hour to shake off the screen drag and get among it, but there’s a big list of ideas of things to do on the fridge to help them and if they stand still for long enough there’ll be a job.
I think sometimes I justify kids screen time by comforting myself that it’s educational or helping them engage in emerging technologies or keeping them quiet while I work, or minimising the mess they make otherwise.
Because there is definitely more mess to be made in whatever the experimental baking exercise Tilly was up to today, and in the creative arts precinct Ivy set up in the middle of the living room and the novels Henry left strewn all over the house.
Long live mess. May it open our kids’ minds and colour their worlds. And may we have the patience to forbear it.