Sunday, October 9, 2011

Stop Avoiding The Sandbox

I'm not a neat freak, though some days I wish I were. Before my son could eat solid food I swore that I would not allow him to eat in the car. I didn't want to have one of those cars. You know, the car that has two different types of strollers in it, half empty drinks in every cup holder, and cheerios dust spread across the backseat like glitter on a -well let's keep this PG and just say on a 2nd grader's art project. Who was I kidding? I had one of those cars before I even had a kid. At least I'm aware of my mess. I can admit that it exists and that I would indeed like to do something about it. As a result, I often avoid taking my son to playgrounds that have sand. It just gets EVERYWHERE. But what kind of mom would I be if I didn't let my little boy get dirty and dig in the sand? Children need to explore. They need to feel sand to know that the wet stuff is better for building castles. They need to eat a bit to learn that sand does not taste as good as it looks. And they need to rub their face with sand all over their hands to learn that maybe they shouldn't do that next time because it doesn't feel so good. Then what? I still would like to avoid bringing the sandbox into my car or my house. If you've ever tried to brush the sand off you know that is just doesn't work. I recently learned that baby powder is the answer. Apparently the baby powder absorbs the moisture, as it promises to do, and the sand just falls off. Now the real challenge in all of this remembering to pack baby powder in my bag before we leave for the park. As for the cleanliness of the actual sandbox, that's a whole other topic.

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