Who Is In Your Blanket Fort?

I have so many extra sheets, towels, blankets kicking around I could fort the whole house! the Grands are coming over, maybe that will be the challenge if it rains! I was the only one in my blanket fort growing up, I could use a glass to hold up the sheet because it was never disturbed. My kids had bunk beds so the sheet draped from the top one to the bottom was pretty good, but they would still manage to do something destructive. Once the younger one and a friend lifted the top bunk with their legs almost mashing them as it came down on top of them. The next generation here that builds forts, I have to leave the room and they can barely let each other in some days! My kids used to set tents up in the house on rainy days, and that was the best boredom buster. March break, tents, scary movies were great for staycation!

Grown ups should have blanket forts, parents could go in and hang a sign that said no kids allowed. You could take a book and demand snacks all day. Sometimes mine would leave each other out of their adventures, especially if a friend was over. Best lessons in empathey were taught with this behaviour. I once took my youngest daughter and played army all afternoon, bellowing commands and crawling on the ground, running and peering around corners at my oldest and her friend. They begged to play with us, but I held them off awhile so they could see how it felt to be left out. Eventually they wandered into enemy territory and were taken captive so the youngest could be bossy for a bit, before allowing them to join in.

Once the blanket fort starts to fall apart, so do the people inside. Some want to start over, maybe it was never their plan to begin with and a little bit of sabatoge is part of a bigger picture. Some have vision and see more than what is there. My grand daughter got beads and fancy scarves to create a pathway to it, she had flashlights for amazing chandeliers in each compartment, because of course there were more than one room even if you had to belly crawl to get in. For a time, I think my grandson thought it was either a parachute, cape or something to jump into, stealing bits and pieces as he went, his flare. Life is like that too, each person has a vision and approach to everything and you really should consider, who would be in your blanket fort.