When I was a new mom it seemed like the toy stage would never end. At 11 and 12 my two youngest boys are aging out of most toys. My oldest stopped playing with toys at 13 and LEGOs are the only toy my youngest two have played with for a few years. Recently, I walked into their room and I heard them playing but they didn’t know I was there. And I heard some of the most beautiful noises I’ve ever laid ears on. Sound effects of airplanes and ATVs and dogs barking and pretend scenarios with natural disasters, waterlogged motorboats and fast moving motorcycles, it was glorious and I never wanted it to end. I could have sat there all day I begged for time to stand still.
I’m the girl who played Barbies until I was 15 (yes, that’s years, yes, I’m embarrassed) and I know how that one fresh piece can spur hours of creative play. Looking back, I wasn’t actually playing. I didn’t care about the dorky dolls, I was creating houses and decorating. Now I see how that served me so well. And I think it’s the same with my boys. I watch for signs of future passions as they play. One builds for building sake to see what he can create, another plans escape routes for disasters.
I’m looking forward to another year of pretend and creativity. I want it to last as long as possible.
Do you remember playing as a child that seemed simply fun and pointless at the time but looking back it fed into a passion and helped point to who you were created to be? A journal? An art set? A baby doll? An Easy Bake Oven? A pocket knife…