We have been stuck inside because of the weather.
Running out of things to do and games to play.
The kids are getting antsy.
It was another bitter cold day.
The boys wanted to play Super Heroes.
Dylan went to get his ‘magic boots’ and came downstairs with his sneakers.
Their shoes are for outside, not inside, and they know that rule.
As soon as we come inside, the shoes come off. He knows that shoes aren’t allowed on the carpet.
He came over to me with his big sad eyes and ever-so-sweetly asked me if he could pretty please put on his Super Hero boots in the house.
Part of me wanted to say no, to stick to the rules and keep the boundaries in check.
But that other part of me knew that I needed to let go. I needed to let them be little.
I caved and his face lit up. His eyes smiled and he jumped with joy.
They excitedly put their Super Hero boots on and then brought me their capes, aka bath towels, to help them tie them on.
They were quickly flying around the room, saving their toys from trouble and helping their friends from danger.
They made up their own Super Hero names.
They jumped from room to room, the slid down their fireman pole, they raced to the bedroom to save a friend.
I sat back and watched.
Watched them play together.
Watched their interactions. Their smiles. Their exchanges.
Most of all, I watched the sheer joy spread over their faces.
They were happy. They were in their element. They were just little boys, playing little boy games.
But they were so excited.
All because I broke the rules.