the last time i made one of these origami boats was probably 25 years ago. i didn't think i'd remember the series of folds even though they're very simple, but i had no trouble at all. my hands went into autopilot and i whipped out several for maggie in just a couple minutes. she thought it was the greatest. she's easily impressed.
everyone talks about the "terrible two's", and yes, 2 year-olds can be trying. but it's not as widely known that three (well almost 3) is when the real fun begins. and by "fun" i really mean NOT fun. i mean not fun as in your-child-will-test-every-ounce-of-patience-in-your-body-and-make-you-want-to-crawl-into-a-hole-and-not-come-out-for-fear-that-you-may-physically-harm-her.
despite my constant frustration, i am trying so desperately to give her the compassion and attention and adoration that i know she wants and needs. the fact that she got so excited over the two minutes i spent with her folding paper, just us while gabriel napped, reminds me that it will be the little things like this that she will look back on fondly when she's older. my time and understanding is what matters. i know this because it's what stands out in my memory of my own mother when i was a kid.
it's not the big toys or nice clothes that i remember. it's picking blackberries, gathering chestnuts, dandelion bracelets, cat's cradle, homemade barbie clothes, a pet grasshopper, braided hair, orange push-ups from the ice cream truck.