Every moment we spend here I am learning to be a bit more flexible. My instinct only a few months ago would have been not to allow this. I would have winced at the thought of trying to get all of the mud out of their clothes and shuttered at the picture of them walking over my nice clean floors with mud covered feet. I stopped myself this time before allowing my instincts to take over. I let them play, make memories, cover themselves in mud and drink it in. They are boys. They need to get dirty. I need to care a little less about their clothes and let them throw themselves into life.