The kids and I are home today. Littlest wanted to know what kind of cake we were going to have to celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday and I may have burst a bubble or two with my response which sounded a bit like “why on earth would we have cake?” Mama-win moment #1 for the day; merit badge for me by end of day for sure! I cajoled his broken heart back to a happier place, and off they scampered for the various kinds of play while I put a few miles on my treadmill.
There is nothing like huffing and puffing on an endless loop to make a person think about play.
I wasn’t a very playful child. That explains so much, doesn’t it? (smile) In fact, I don’t have much time devoted to play in my adult life either. And that also explains so much.
Because people need to play.
A bit ago, I was scrolling through some photos on the computer and Middlest noticed
What I like about it is I was playing. This photo is proof that I can be playful.
I think it is time to get more playful, to have lots and lots of more photo opportunities of being playful. Because when we remember to be playful, we remember what it was to look at the world with the eyes of a child…filled with wonder and joy.
Yes, it is time to play.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I might go sit on the swing and see how high I can make that swing fly.