Thursday, August 11, 2016

Prioritizing Play: A Mother's Job

I was in a big hurry to grow up.  I never liked my age till I was 27, when I was then finally "old enough."

This meant, of course, that play was not prioritized.  I enjoyed it, and was good particularly in college at taking advantage of Utah's great outdoors, but mostly because others were prioritizing it and invited me along.  Most other times, especially once law school and an intensive career began but also in high school, my work took priority. 

Now that I have children of my own, play has taken on new importance.  I feel like finding stimulating activities for my children is part of my "job" as a mother.    This often means play, and playing hard.

I am relishing all of the wonderful activities my children are helping me to experience, and the fullness it is bringing to my life. I still work hard, but can only really focus on that when they are asleep.  During waking hours, play is now the precedent, and I am loving it!

This last week has been spent on the road - the Berkshires and upstate New York, where we have played hard indeed.

In the Berkshires, we went to the Norman Rockwell museum and say the Boston Symphony play Mozart and Mahler at Tanglewood.  We didn't last terribly long at the museum, but I think both enjoyed the wonderful illustrations.   

Tanglewood was fantastic because we could sit on the grass and have a picnic while we listened to the music.  Both children were individually taken in to see the all-white orchestra - quite the sight - and really enjoyed playing while listening to the music. We got lucky to sit by a wonderful couple who adored the children.

Our first time to Tanglewood.  We are hooked!

First time seeing an orchestra, and first for me seeing one in all-angelic white.
On Monday, I took the children for a surprise to see 150 firetrucks collected by my friend (he also has 250 in Pennsylvania!) to commemorate the 9/11 firefighters with whom he worked as the civilian-military liaison, many of whom lost their lives looking for survivors.

Trucks date from 1901 to modern trucks.

The one on the left is an airport fire truck.

this is the oldest truck, from 1901

the kids got hopelessly dirty in decades' old dust!

Andy Lieder, fire truck lover.  Lucky to call this generous soul a friend.

Tuesday and part of Wednesday, we spent time with a dear friend from law school and her sweet children and chickens.  Gideon will hopefully be ready to raise some chicks come Easter when we prepare for our next animal acquisition!

Small Wonders:
* I was in a local store where the owner-become-friend is helping me prepare a few antique furniture pieces for modern use (mostly child-proofing them).  Gideon had tagged along and, unbeknownst to me, winked and simultaneously gave a thumbs up to my friend.  She was instantly charmed, I surprised (he had never done this before), and he delighted with himself.  It is now their trademark greeting.
* Esther's ability to talk and mimic continues to amaze me.  She can carry on a little greeting conversation: "Hi, how are you?" When responded to, she says, "I good!"
* I combed G's hair the other day - a rare occurrence, as he is usually in a hat.  He patted his hair and said, "Where's my lion?" I didn't track till I realized that his hair, which had gotten quite long, is curly and he thought it looked like a lion's mane.  Once realizing my error, I messed up his slicked hair, letting it go curly.  He got his lion back.
* We put Lance in charge of music when we ride together as a family.  After flipping through a few songs, Gideon called out from the back seat, "Just pick a song, please!"

1 comment:

  1. It has been such a long time since i knew you.
    I can not imagine that time rapidly gone yet i still remember our meeting despite the short time we had.

    I have seen most of your picture in here with your kids. Sounds like you all have had a lovely times.

    My best wishes!