We were having a bit of a hard week when someone close whispered this bit of advice: Do something special, one of those things you have always wanted to do with her but never have the chance. Enter, homemade playdough.
It’s quick, it’s easy, it’s fun.
We had an hour before lunch and nap time, so I asked if she wanted to make a special toy. Her bright blue eyes lit up. “Special!”
I brought out the ingredients and she stood on a chair next to the counter eagerly waiting to touch, first just with the tip of a tiny finger, and then with the thrust of a whole toddler hand that just can’t wait to test a new texture.
We brought out the rolling pin and the cookie cutters and I showed her how to model the dough, how to cut shapes, how to play.
That whisper in my ear, to do something special…it was just what we needed.