So we’re at red slide park - it's been awhile - it's covered in ice and I've got the boys - we need something to do - we start to build.

Building whatever provides direction - tasks get parcelled out - you fetch ice, I'll build, he’ll be the dump truck ...


You try and keep everyone happy “he's not doing anything. If he doesn't do any work I'm going to come over there and kill you”
Boys, so charming...
You try and make everything an object lesson. “If a wall collapses that's ok, we'll build it again stronger its an experiment”
It keeps you busy.

Until its time for the next thing. People get bored, hungry, cranky - it ends, if you're lucky you see it coming and get out in front of it. We hit a wall it turned to shit.
But I've been reading another book - “How to raise your kid without raising your voice” and its the same thing.
A hit of optimism, some takeaway that works...we make it home without a missing persons and throw some calories into the mix.
Later it's a train track. And to make it “epic” I suggest a log cabin that the train will pass through...and they build it. The big one gets it most of the way, but the little one suggests raising it on pads - the solution that makes it function.

It's more than just surviving. We hit black ice, a bunch of times, strong emotions were experienced. But we kept building - with a little Netflix in between, sure.
And it was good. And it's what we're doing - even when I lose sight of the road in the shitstorms.
We're building. Our lives together.
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