I’m not very good at playing.
Work, that I can do. I love to work. I love crossing tasks off of To Do lists.
But play? I get a little confused with that one.
I like to watch my kids play. I especially like to watch them play while I work….watch them play chase while I do the laundry, watch them pretend to cook while I do the dishes….
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| Photo taken by Ian. |
But when they want me to play with them, sometimes I have a hard time focusing just on the fun and letting go of my never-ending queue of activities.
Which is why I am so glad I don’t have to do this parenting thing alone.
Paul is great at playing. He can be silly and fun while showing the boys how to do new things. He can play a favorite game over and over with amazing patience and kindness. When he’s upstairs with the boys, I hear thuds and giggles and cheering, and I know they are all having a blast.
Sometimes I envy Paul’s play ability. I wish I had that. I wish it weren’t a struggle for me to set aside my work.
But often I’m inspired. Often I hear the laughter and feel the strength I need to focus on my two beautiful sons and just play.
Not enough. Not yet. But it’s a start.
