That secret ingredient
Someday I will write a book entitled “The Secret Ingredients for Raising Children.” Number one on that ingredient list will be value-based religion, second will be a copious amount of books, but coming in as a close third: mud. We start ’em young around here. I just can’t help it. I take them outside and say, “No, no, don’t head for that mud pile,” but I don’t really mean it. How can I? I know the feeling of mud between the toes and dirt under the fingernails. This is nearly all the reason why I garden. Dirt and I have a special relationship.
So yes, we are a family of messes, big ones. Surely this is how Jackson Pollock got his start?