I have a confession to make. I do not think of myself as a fun mom, at least not on a consistent basis. I seem to go through phases of fun, but it is not a daily occurrence by any means. Reading books together, arts and crafts, occasional baking, some imaginative play with toys are within my comfort zone. Scott is really great at the physical play like wrestling, outdoor sports and general silliness.
Since Annelise is an only child, she usually either plays by herself or she wants me to play with her. This is not one of my strengths, I admit. She is so loving and patient with me when I tell her later or not right now, never quite making the connection that playing together later doesn't always happen. Ouch.
Why don't I do it more often? Does it relate to my own childhood experiences? Maybe. I was an only child too and either played by myself or had friends over when I was older. My parents did not play with me a whole lot. I don't know if that was a generational thing or selfish personal thing, but that was the way it was.
So here I am. I truly don't want this pattern to repeat itself. I have decided to challenge myself to engage more and not put off the playing. Even if I do it in baby steps, I need to do it. Take the other day, how hard was it to sit on the floor to play a few rounds of Hi Ho Cherry O with Annelise? Turns out it wasn't hard at all AND it completely made her day. I forget at times how easily pleased these little ones are by simple activities. Ouch.
This was the scene this morning before breakfast. Evidently she was preparing for a rematch.
Note the nightgown with her sneakers. Not sure what her plan was there.
Are you a playful parent or is is a bit of a struggle for you? Is there hope for me?