It's called Push-The-Little-Tables-All-Over-The-House.
There aren't any rules. Anyone can play. No age limits or fussy pieces to keep track of. No rhyme or reason as to where he takes his tables or why.
Just pushing. The kind of pushing where you have to lean in and put your back into it.
So to speak.
I was watching him earlier and found myself thinking "Ugh! I know exactly how you feel Austin. Pushing through life with heavy things in your way, slowing you down, making you trip up, loosing your footing and feeling like you do it all just so you can do it all again."
And then I thought about it some more.
Austin doesn't see it that way.
He's happy to have work to do, and people to make smile, and a purpose to his little life right now. He's grateful for an imaginative mind that can find fun in the most mundane of things. He's happy to have tables just his size that make him feel successful. He's thrilled about the music he creates from the sound of the tables legs on the tile floor. He's even thankful for his mom who is getting less and less rigid everyday and is ok with the chaos he creates. He's happy, even if it's just pushing tables.
Thanks little man. I'll be right here pushing along side you.