Playfulness

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My kids used to always complain about how serious I was and how Daddy was more fun.  I would forget to spend time playing with the kids because I get caught up in other projects.  I didn’t spend much time just being with them, playing.  It has taken a concerted effort on my part to stop being so serious, to relax, and in odd moments play with them–tickle fights, kiss attacks, joking around, you name it.  Over the last few months I have made progress. I know because the other day we were messing about, having fun with each other, playing, when my oldest told me that I am always so much fun to be with (this after reacting in shock a few months ago when I made a joke.)  Yes I am making progress.

*Disclaimer–I do NOT think that parents should be their child’s friend, or at least not until they are past the stage of needing parenting.  God gave us children and expects us to train them to serve Him.  However, willingness to play, to have fun, to enjoy being together, is part of that package.

Former teacher turned Christian unschooling mom, artist, geek wife of a work -at-home geek with 3 geeklings. Our lives are full of gaming, reading, writing, baking, and making lots of messes. I blog about our daily life at An Untraditional Home and share my creative endeavors at Elasah.com.

2 Comments

  1. Posted October 7, 2008 at 10:46 pm | Permalink

    I can SO relate to that. My assignment from my husband for this “school year” is to be more fun. ;)

  2. Posted October 8, 2008 at 12:15 pm | Permalink

    LOL. This really hit home for me too. A lot of my problem is that I’ve just been feeling really lousy so when I have a burst of energy or whatever, I try to take advantage of it. I’m often know to get out the pom poms, crank up ABBA and dance around the living room for a while. So, I guess I am naturally “fun” but these days I’m also naturally a sicky poo. Which totally sucks!

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