I feel sad for her, though I respect her point of view. I just don't feel the same way she does.
I can't imagine not painting with my son, or playing in a big tub of shaving cream. I can't imagine not watching my son splash in the water and play in the mud. I'm the mom who has four boxes of cornstarch and two boxes of food coloring in her pantry waiting for the next play inspiration.
I did hours and hours of "research" when I found out I was expecting. After reading many wonderful articles and many wonderful blogs, there were two things that really stood out for me. One was reading aloud to my son and the other was the importance of play.
Life does get in the way. I work full time and sometimes I don't feel like coming home and making a mess.
Though I must remember that my son will be little for only a short time. These are the most important years. The years he may not remember, but I will.
I want to remember his little fingers swirling around in vibrant colors of paint.
I want to remember the delight on his face when he shows me his finished masterpiece.
I want to remember the squeals of laughter when jumping through puddles.
I want to remember cleaning tiny but dirty hand prints off the white walls in our living room.
I will never forget because I promise to provide my son with fun and messy play whenever possible.....