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The other day I yelled out to the boys for what seemed like the thousandth time to stop playing in the dirt… it seemed like a never ending battle and I began to dread letting them go outside because I knew it would mean, more laundry, dirty floors and a total strip down at the door and march to the bathroom for a shower…
Then it dawned on me… I used to LOVE playing in the mud and making mud pies, mud castles and any other thing of mud that I could. The act of touching dirt, of getting muddy and wet… it’s a childhood right of passage. So, no more yelling out the door… now I just suck it up and strip ’em down and shower them off.
The funny thing… we are all happier as a result.
Through the Lens of Motherhood 
I always just let my kids get dirty. I stripped at the door, carried them one at a time at arms length to the tub and then drowned the dirt in the shower! Actually, dirt in many ways, is good for them. IT's a learning opportunity. AND, the germs in dirt actually increases childrens natural defences and immune system!
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