As I wrestle my toddler, admire the work of my preschooler, recover from last night’s eighth grade slumber party, and supervise my son and his buddy as they analyze how to make it to the next level in Harry Potter; I am struck by contentment. Nothing produced by Hollywood can compare with with the fun I had watching the girls learn to make chocolate cake in Mason Jars, listening to Monster Queen tell about the card the Tooth Fairy left, or becoming soaked when WJ learned to project his bathwater with a kitchen spoon. As we prepare our children for their next stage in life, let’s not rob them of the joy of this stage.
