On Saturday morning, Jackson turned off the cartoons and announced, “I am going to build a fort.”
He began gathering building materials – even Olivia’s blanket sleeper – and got to work.
I watched from the kitchen table as I worked on my laptop, enjoying my son’s intensity as he crafted his fort. I love how instinctive building forts is to children. Whether with blankets, sofa cushions and kitchen chairs or with branches, spare lumber and sticks – building forts is part of childhood.
At one point I noticed Jackson struggling to fasten the corner of a blanket. I went over and offered my suggestion, “Here Jackson, just wrap it here and then you have enough room to knot it”
“Mom,” Jackson protested, “It is supposed to be me doing it. That’s not kid style.”
“Oh – I am sorry Jackson,” and I retreated, impressed by my son’s independence. This is his work – the art of play. It is not about building the perfect fort, it is about being a kid.