Our master bathroom has your typical builder garden tub. It's rarely used. It's dusty. It's like a big vast canyon that sits empty 99% of the time. Until last weekend.
Meet Riley, my six-year old.
She told me she was going to go upstairs and play hair salon and asked if I'd be her customer. "Sure," I said. "In a minute." When I made it upstairs, the hair salon was not actually located in her bedroom, like it had been the many times we've played this before, but in my bathtub. Here was the setup:
I could have gotten annoyed that 897 items were sitting in my bathtub. But they were arranged. They were organized by category. They had purpose. There was even a cash register there, clear bags for my purchases, and a shopping cart. And a little girl with her beautician belt around her waist and missing front teeth, a tilted head, asking me, "What would you like today, ma'am?" I couldn't resist. I got my hair done, makeup applied, and had more bangles and baubles on than Cindi Lauper and Mr. T. combined. I left that salon (hey! it was much less expensive than normal--50 cents after all was totaled!) with a cart-full of goodies, fabulous hair and make-up, feeling totally relaxed. Isn't that what the sign says?
And, best of all, I shared some fun and giggles with my favorite little girl. Now that's Meaningful.