Moms have forgotten how to play. We're too serious--consumed with cleaning and cooking, driven by details, burdened by hovering clouds of worry.
But being too serious only brings us more to be serious about.
We're not the only ones who have lost the art of play. I'm shocked by the number of preschoolers I see with faces buried in screens--at coffee shops, restaurants, supermarkets, home, everywhere.
Elsewhere, parents and teachers sit three-year-olds down with pretty colored worksheets, labeled reading readiness. "Look at the cool stickers," the adults beg while kids stare out the window. They aren't fooled.
It's only play if you choose it.
Maybe our kids will rediscover the ability to play when we rediscover it ourselves.
Play isn't pointless; play is passion.
"If mothers could learn to do for themselves what they do for their children when these are overdone, we should have happier households. Let the mother go out to play!"
~ Charlotte Mason
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