This is what childhood is about: Simple little things to do
Watching my son lick the mixing bowl for the first time recently made me think, ‘this is what childhood is about.’
It made me think – what else should be on the list?
Here’s a few to start with but please add your own as a comment. How many can we come up with?
- Pick flowers for someone special
- Make bran muffins*
- Make card houses
- Thread wooden cotton reels onto elastic as necklaces
- Blow bubbles with straws in cups filled with dish detergent and water
- Bake lemon meringue pie from scratch
- Whizz your own ‘super vege’ soup made from ‘everything’ in the garden
- Pick flowers
- Press flowers
- Pick fruit
- Stew fruit
- Bake
- Lick the mixing bowl after baking
- Build sand castles
- Go puddle splashing
- Make a cushion fort
- Make a tree hut
- Make wishes on dandelions
- Test ‘butter liking’ with buttercup reflections
- Make a box car for toys
- Knit
- Crochet
- Make your own French knitting reel
- Play marbles
- Play knucklebones
- Skip
- Learn and tie knots
- Dress up in clothes that are too big
- Make butter
- Play hopscotch
- Draw on concrete with chalk
- Collect stones
- Rescue worms in the rain
- Bake bread
- Paddle in the sea
- Watch clouds
- Fly a kite
- Host a teddy bear’s picnic
- Make paper planes
- Eat candyfloss
- Collect buttons
- Feed the ducks
- Climb trees
- Have raindrop races on a window
- Walk barefoot in the mud
- Throw stones in puddles
- Skim rocks
- Make pom poms
- Rollerskate
- Play in an old car
- Ride a tractor
- Make cards
- Play tiddlywinks
- Your turn
* A lot of things on this list are indebted to my late grandmother who never met my children, but who still plays with them every day through my memory.
Outie: simple is better
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Love Katrina (Outie)
When I was little my mum and I would scribble on a piece of paper, and then fill in all the little spaces with different colours. when my little brother was born I took a scribbled paper and some pens to the hospital when we visited so that she could do it with me.
I can still smell the new pen and feel the smooth table top beneath my arms. It is winter outside and I am wearing leggings. My mother has on her pink tracksuit. She smiles at me warmly. She has beautiful blue eyes.