Friday, January 16, 2009

The Art of Play

Posted by Leona Bergstrom

One of the greatest things about being a grandma is learning how to PLAY again! I'm quite certain that I play better as a grandma than I ever did as a busy mom. I'm not afraid of chasing, crawling (harder to get up than it used to be maybe), or pretending. I could care less what people think of me when I'm with my grandson in the toy store, at the playground or in the library. It's just fun to see the world as a two-year old does with fanciful thoughts and yet-to-be-defined reality.

But this week my grandsons didn't visit because they had other plans (with their parents, of all things). And I had twelve inches of snow in my yard! How sad is that? No one to play with!

And then, it dawned on me that I could go outside and play in the snow by myself! This is nothing I would have done in my 30's or 40's -- but ah, the abandon one can have in one's 50's! So, I bundled up just as I should, went outside and built a snowman in the slightly softened snow. I felt refreshed, a little giddy and not quite so lonesome.
"Play keeps us vital and alive. It gives us an enthusiasm for life that is irreplaceable. Without it, life just doesn't taste good." --Lucia Capocchione, Author

1 comment:

Karla W. said...

Isn't that fun! Grandma always said "Youth is wasted on the young." She was always young at heart.
I was 19 when I had my first daughter and 30 somthing when I had my second...I don't take myself quite as seriously this time around.