My son folds paper boxes.
It’s a neat little trick he picked up at art camp last year. This kid’s hands are always moving – he’s never still unless he’s asleep, and maybe not then – so sometimes when he’s reading or talking he picks up square pieces of paper and folds them into boxes. I keep finding them all over the house, all colors and all sizes, down to one barely big enough to slip over a pencil eraser.
He doesn’t have anything to put in the boxes, he just keeps folding them. When we find something that needs to be boxed, he’ll be ready. He sees no irony in creating boxes with no inventory, it’s simply the joy of creating.
I wish I could be more like that – simply enjoying the beauty and simplicity of creating and doing, with no agenda and no pressing need to be practical. The wonders of childhood to simply sit and make boxes because it feels good!
Even more…I hope I get the opportunity to be around when he starts filling them. He’s got a lot of potential in those empty boxes…