We had been on a cleaning-sorting-organizing phase as we are moving. There comes in cardboard boxes. My son is fascinated by them – has chosen his home, to live in a box.

That’s pretty cool for a kid. To close themselves in and be in the dark and to be found... TA-DA! He goes as I pretend to have lost him and ask for a hug as I find him there, hiding. He makes me repeat it over and over and over again. I just leave him after I while after telling him I would go out of my mind!!! And just enjoy if you wanna !!! He cares a toot, for what I say and later he goes in and comes out...and occasionally calls out for me or his dad to *find* him.

It is no fun being in a box – alone! You need partners to play. No fun in hiding, if you are not going to be found. D'oh!

We were considering putting the box away, it is terribly hot and this guy goes into a *oven* and he comes out all sweaty and tired :( :( :(

Nothing should stop curiosity :))

The advantage was *Dinner time* that was made easy as he went in and out like a cuckoo clock to get his mouthful. *Ahem* yea, well hungry kid in a hot cardboard box is not something I could stand for a long time. I had to feed him, hoping that – stomach full, his blood pumping to digest, he would eventually get over his obsession ;)

It was fun for me. He would go in, close the flaps (doors as he calls them) and simulate earthquake, violently shaking the box and kicking it and then ask me to *applaud*

SEE MOMMY!

Ye ye I saw all of it. Just finish dinner and we are free to go!

MOMMY...these days “mommy” is packed with so much power and tone variants set out his mood – loud and clear to me. 

MMmmaaaaaaaaaaaaammmie! His nerves projecting out of his neck and eyes narrowing on me and his eyebrows knotted... 

I bark at him WHAT?!

Come here... he quickly reconciles at my tone.

Come here mommie...oh no... i am gonna be stuck! Help me.

&#*$&#&@#)$*

Hmm... his play has become his *prison* - 

hmm... yea!

He cries HELP ME!

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But then as he was playing I was observing and thinking. Living in a box! 

Raising 4 walls around; put a roof and a bottom – no not a foundation... And choose to live there – saying it is fun! Mostly in love... and yea, it is fun to be in a place – belong in a box when one is free, flying around – the place to be-long, we long...yearn to be in a box and get all territorial. Fun it is, until we outgrow and boredom sets in.

But then, we want to break free as it suffocates after a while – yearning for freedom. Even when we can *leave* and know that we got a place or better yet make a place for our self – we get insecure and confine our self, sort of clipping our own wings, thereby *securing* a box!

Box of tomorrows...   analyzed, structured, assembled, reassembled, and strategized – in an abstracted form of random angles and removing the unity of sense of depth, showing a shallow depth of space. That is self-sufficient all done with love only to have a place to belong. To be. Only we are just experimenting, to see, to experience - satiating curiosity.

Never wanting to fly again?! suppressing the need – to possess and be possessed, that causes frustrations and more insecurity -  destruct everything except the box, sometimes our self ! The box we proudly *own* - that shows us and reminds us “once upon a time” I was happy to get this box, and was happy in there...and I would NOT let go of that moment... even though I am brain fried... and there is nothing to it, except that I am territorial and I am safe - secure and I belong!

We sure do know how to set ourselves for a brain fry and we call it *living* and the sad part is it is *love* for so many... The feel to be out is great and looking into the fascinating living inside the box,  once a while I peek inside it... reminds me of the days...memories come back that trigger thoughts – contemplate.

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One lead to another, this guy got out of the box and stood on top it, as though he is LORD NATRAJA raising a foot up in the air...and proudly calling me out. 

“Look Mommy!!!” 

I see him fall, I let him. Know he is not going to get *hurt* :)))

Then it crashed... slowly and finally he landed on his bum! He is too proud, I could say this...cause he was cheering himself up by clapping... and saying *Good Job* !!! and prompting me to appreciate a fall...I just mouthed *LOSER!* and went back to what I was doing.

Finally we end the drama by putting the collapsed box away.

Schooowwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeet !

Phew! Moving on...

Free flowing now, he is onto discovering other things and my boy is alive and kicking - other stuff :)))))