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It was a morning in early February where the thought of another routine-satisfied day of studies struck me as exciting as savouring the fragrance of a pulp mill. We’d put in our dues over the last few months studying sentence structure and tackling new math concepts. I needed a break. We all needed a break.

Why hadn’t I thought of it before? I could pull out the craft container. Valentine’s was coming soon. I’d spent plenty of time scanning pretty pictures on Pinterest, now I might actually use one of them.

Out the tote came, cleaned peanut butter jars filled with craft paper, glitter, plastic gems of saphire and rubies and anything else found in a dollar store. I threw a library cd of Robin Hood onto the stereo and off we went, crafting.

Back and forth between one child and the next, preventing glue messes, sparkle explosions, snips of paper on the floor, in the cracks of the table, plastered to the side of Zach’s cheek. This was all too much fun for me. Sure enough, the kids clocked more time crafting than they would in their books, but we’d just given me a reason to speed up spring cleaning by three months. Now I know why we hadn’t done that before…

Fast forward only two months or so and we’ve done it three more times, the Alice in Wonderland birthday for Madelyn, the Little Women birthday for Hannah, and now Easter. Turns out, one can have fun crafting with four kids. It just requires less free-for-all and more guidance…a concept I’m learning is applicable for happiness in many aspects of parenting.

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As Shakespeare once said,

To craft or not to craft, that is the question…(it’s possible this is not Shakespeare)

To layer, perchance to mat,

Whether it is nobler in the mind to decoupage, or embellish,

To trim, perhaps to weep to wet the mulberry,

Spirelli or spin, or seal, or stick, Or stamp or emboss,

aye there’s always the rub (or transfer), Or simply dust. And what would be the fun in that?