Sometimes I dread it. Just like exercise and going outside on cold days. But every time I do take that time to get on the ground and find something fun to do, I feel like a good mom. I go to sleep knowing that it was a good day…and I completed my mission. I love that feeling!
And my kids respond to me playing with them…they are happier, and more centered and less whiny and more (not less!) apt to entertain themselves. If a particular week is a tough one, (especially when I had 3 little ones), you know…one of those weeks when you feel like you are doing something “wrong”…you just don’t know what yet and you are at Wit’s End? I’d make a conscious effort to PLAY.
And you know what? After a couple days…behavior changed. It was sort of miracle cure. I felt it was some sort of secret.
I can’t imagine playing with them for hours and hours. Really….I have 5 children! I don’t think it would be good for them to constantly demand that I be a playmate to them. But getting them started with something, by showing an active interest and leading them into creativity…that’s my job as a mom, I feel. Whether it’s Legos, or Polly Pockets (sniff sniff…a thing of the past…I loved those things!), or coloring books, or puzzles…they didn’t seem to care…they just wanted ME showing an interest, quietly work side by side.
Like that Lego village Patrick, Andrew and I built? I’m pretty proud of it.