Last week’s post about playing outside sparked some conversations here. I realized that one of the things that makes me feel the worst about my parenting, is something we all struggle with. Quite honestly, not having kids that play sports or have a “thing” they “do”, makes me feel like a failure. I know that seems dramatic, but it’s true.
I realized something, though. It’s not about sports and trophies.
It’s about childhood.
It’s the giggles, the smiles, and the screams of joy and excitement.
It’s the running, chasing, and tagging.
It’s bare feet, mud on your face, and leaves in your hair.
It’s playing in the rain with your good clothes on.
It’s sand between your toes and sun on your cheeks.
It’s not about being at the soccer field at 8am, it’s about playing one more round of hide-and-go-seek in the dark when we should really be getting ready for bed.
Last night I tapped into my inner child and it felt good! I forgot how exciting a simple game of hide-and-go-seek can be. I forgot what it felt like to play!
The anticipation of my son and husband finding my secret spot made my heart beat fast and put a smile on my face.
I realized that in order to teach my kids to play, I need to remember how to do it again.
I need to put the laptop down and go outside. I need to push the worries away for just 5 minutes and be silly. I need to close the books and take off my teacher hat. I need to slow down.
In this age of technology, we have all forgotten how to play.
I need to find my inner child, so my boys don’t loose theirs.