The kids open the linen closet and hastily pull out sheets and blankets. Its cubby house building time and that means mama letting go and watching as they learn to navigate their differing ideas, compromise and work together. This particular structure lasted a couple of days until my frustration at not being able to get in their room became a little too much. This was no ordinary cubby. It had all my scarves, ribbons and ties, all sorts of fabric tying it to different corners of the room. And at night it became a dark cave to sleep in...or not sleep but stay up playing with torches.