I’m thinking about the power of play today. The importance of connecting with the child that’s still tucked within us.
Tucked – where, exactly, you ask? I know what you’re thinking! I’m an overburdened, card-carrying ADULT with all the, um, rights and privileges….and mountain of never-ending duties to prove it. Time to play? Stop, please.
Yeah, yeah. Heard. But still. Take a minute, will you? Close your eyes and trust me. I know there’s a memory, a family memento or a long-forgotten photo that’s so powerful, it’s capable of triggering a rush of I remember; guiding you back to a moment when you felt lighter, invincible, capable, GOLDEN.
Childlike wonder can be reclaimed, but you might need to coax it into the light. Wonder is everywhere. If not in our comforting memories, perhaps right in front of you – at this very moment. Be encouraged to look for it as Madeleine L’Engle suggests. Be open:
“I am still in the process of growing up, but I will make no progress if I lose any of myself along the way.”
My mom-in-law Maxine understood that play was a priority. The photo of her with two of her granddaughters on a sunny summer day conveys that. She relished time with ‘her girls’ and would cancel everything on her busy-lady agenda just to spend open ended days with her granddaughters. No one knew she would be gone just a few years after. No one ever knows.
What to do, what to do? She’d ask in her sing-song, joyful refrain. Pool? Sure! Baking? Absolutely! But most of all, the girls loved fetching the musty old box of board games. Relics from other generations – hidden like treasure – disguised in a faded brown file box. Simply marked “GAMES” in Maxine’s signature block printing.
Where’s the box now? In our basement – unopened for a decade, at least. I haven’t had the courage to peek into it since Maxine’s passing but I might one day soon. Wonder sits within. I know it.
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