Play has always been hard for me.
I am a doer. I get shit done. I make things happen.
This past weekend my husband had to deal with our washer and dryer deliveries (3 times they had to come, and it is still not complete). It is a long story but we’ve had 2 washers and 2 dryers delivered, and still do not have a a dryer that works properly. He spent most of the weekend with the delivery guys or on the phone.
What did my son say to me late Sunday afternoon?
“Momma, I got to play with you all weekend.”
Tears in my eyes.
We designed his pumpkin (I am banned from carving knives - let’s just say I am not the best with keeping my fingers intact).
We made chocolate chip cookies.
We read books.
We played games.
We dropped off our ballots and picked up library books.
We laughed.
I played, and I loved every minute of it.
My almost-5-year-old was the breath of fresh air I needed to remember to stop trying to do it all… get it all done… check everything off the list. He won’t remember my list or that I did it all.
He will remember the things we did together, the conversations we had, and the giggles.
Stop trying to get it all done and play more. Your kids, your partner, your family and friends will remember.
How are you doing with trying to get it all done? Is playing hard for you? Post a comment and share.
