Once I became a mother, some things still did not come naturally to me. Specifically play time. As my son started to become aware of his surroundings, I had no idea what to do with him or how to interact with him. I loved toys that did all the work (music, wiggling, and talking) since I had no idea where his imagination or brain development was. I let the age range on the toy box tell me whether or not he was ready for a particular toy.
My husband, however, is the oldest of nine. He has had quite a bit of experience with children. From the moment we had our first child, he was a play-time pro. I am still amazed how easily he can take a toy and entertain our children. He gets so involved in their play and knows exactly what to say or do to keep the excitement rolling on almost any toy. I admire him greatly.
Myself, I have to learn. To some, playing with children comes naturally. I find myself sitting on the floor with my children, surrounded by toys, silent and waiting for them to show me how to play. Each day I learn more and more and interact more and more. Sometimes I feel like I am failing, especially when I compare myself to the full blown animation and voices of my husband screeching a train around GeoTown and exploding a pony at just the right moment. But I am trying. I am opening up. I am learning. I am growing.
I never thought that I would spend hours online researching how to play with my children. I assumed it was ingrained knowledge that automatically made itself known once you were a mother. But its not. Some people have to learn daily how to interact with their children. I do everything I can to educate myself so I can grow to be a better parent in every way. Play time is my struggle. But I will prevail. I will learn and grow. And some day, I hope to sit on the floor with my grandchildren, surrounded by toys, and know just what to do with that train and that pony.
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