Play that I grew up knowing. The long nights of football, hide-and-seek, and climbing trees with neighborhood friends with no care in the world. Streetlights warmed the street which signaled the end of play… for that day. Those are such fond memories I hold in my memory. Children being children.
That’s my desire for my three loves. To play outside with friends and just be kids. Fortunately, our neighborhood corner does not lack in the kid department and they are all about the same age. Now that the weather has cooled I enjoy watching them all play… riding bikes, throwing ball, jumping on trampolines, playing in the dirt. You know… the good stuff of childhood.
This doesn’t come without a price. Saying “no” to other activities and purposely planning time at home so this play can happen. Knowing my priorities helps with decisions even if I say “no” to good things. Things I know the kids will enjoy but also having the wisdom of having been there and knowing how important that play is in my kids’ lives.
Play that destroys clothes.
But then we are gifted with two bags of clothes that look like new. After digging in to see what was inside my son looks up with his two HUGE dimples shining back at me because he’s found that the clothes are just his “style”.
Before I know it, he’s changed into something new and is back outside to play and wear them out. It’s all part of his childhood story. A story that includes long nights and worn clothes.