the bricks that grow

the primes watch over their new creations.

We love our bricks. Spanning over 30 years. This includes some bricks from my own childhood, my husband’s, and from countless other childhoods as our bricks are all secondhanded or gifted.

We love the little scratches made by little and not-so-little hands in excitement or tantrums. And with each child, apart and together, how it truly plays. This morning after the creation of a new universe (their 3rd this week), with giraffes and robots and also diggers.

Dicussions overheard:

S (amalgamation of all things strong and powerful):

So my robot is voltron and optimus. Its SO powerful. Phrew phrew!!

D (My older purist at heart at 5 year going on five decades)

: no. They cannot be voltron PLUS transformers. They live on different planets. How can they meet! S!! Dont be silly!!

at dinnertime. I had 2 shocked little boys.

S was horrrified.

“mama. there is no voltron? papa haven’t met optimus? Its only a story?”

D was in twilight mood too.

“You mean no one invented it yet?? Who will protect us? No one asked God about it yet??”

-note to self to note to husband for level of reality disclosure in his stories to boys.

That night. Both kids prayed for God to either

1 prayed for optimus to become real

No. 2 thinks someone should find optimus soon

1+2 prayed. Can they pls get ultrabee and voltron for their birthdays. “We can save for 2 years together. Will tt be enough?” Cue: bambied wonderfilled eyes gleaming in the dark.

2 minutes later from the silence:

“the one that can combine together pls. Otherwise the other voltron is ‘fake'”

“Me also. I also want. Big one”

I only ever built houses. Or animals. And i want to remember how i feel now watching my kids build their own little worlds using these colorful simple bricks.

Remembering their prayers. The powers they ask for. Their wonderful afternoons of play.

Part of: things and toys that survive 3 kids in 6 years in our season. those who came before. And will come thereafter.