I did something out of the ordinary today, and it was worth it.
I played.
With one of my kids. And-
I enjoyed it.
The reason this is noteworthy is because it’s out of the norm. And my grisly confession to you all is,
I can’t remember the last time I played with one.
because I normally hate to play with them.
Before you shriek in horror, let me unpack that. I do bond with my babies in all sorts of loving, meaningful ways. I hug them and smother them with kisses. I joke with them, and make a fool of myself for their benefit (and let’s be honest, mine). I make sure their clothes are clean, their bodies fed with nourishing, wholesome foods (unless you’ve read my food post. Then I take that back).
I take them on exciting outings, arrange their socialization through playdates, tuck them in each night, yada-yada-yada, and make sure they know they are cherished. And I buy them fun stuff.
Fun stuff for them to play with. Alone, or with each other.
So I don’t have to.
I know I sounds like an ogre (the ugly, non-Shrek kind), or at least a hateful, detached mom. I’m neither. I love my babies so much that sometimes when I look at them. I feel like my heart swells up and can just burst. So what’s my problem? Two-fold, I think…
1. I’m competitive– yup, I’m one of those jerks that will challenge your word in Scrabble. Or rather, I won’t, because I’m polite. On the outside. But I’ll simmer on the inside and resent you for your stupid word-that-isn’t-a-word. I play to win. And if given the chance, I WILL hustle to the Candyland castle before my kids. And likely trash-talk them on the way. But I’ll clean up the cards when they burst into tears, throw them, & stomp away.
…just kidding. They don’t do that. I do, though. On the inside.
2. Kids’ Games Are Lame (read: I have no imagination)… I can handle a board game. Cards… eh. But the imaginary games? Nooo. Three minutes into a tea party, and I’m the rude guest who jams the cake into my mouth and takes off. “No, no more tea. I’m full… so… this was fun…” I have a hard time pretending you’re a puppy, even if you painted your nose with brown Magic Marker, because… you’re not a puppy in REAL LIFE. And now I have to use seven wipes to clean the marker off, because it’s NOT washable…
(I warned you… I’m kind of a jerk. But I’m nice about trying to avoid playing.)
3. I’m Busy…All.The.Time. The reality of being a mom of six is… well, I’m a mom taking care of six kids. And in order to keep a steady, well maintained home, that requires me to work HARD. And I’m so used to going-going-going that if I’m asked to stop and, well, play, I feel flustered. Usually because I’m already in the middle of mopping up at least one spill, halting two kids from smacking each other with Wii remotes, and carting off a third load of laundry.
So stopping time to make myself comfortable on the floor in order to enter a make-believe world does not come naturally. I usually try to off-load the request onto another sibling, who is generally more than happy to take my place.
Today was in keeping with my normal busyness. The kids and The Captain were occupied in various activities; I was preoccupied with laundry. As I stacked and folded, #5 (2 yrs old) approached me, a Little People doll clasped in her chubby hand.
#5: “Mama, play?”
And I felt it. That tug.
I should mention that #5 s pretty much a living, breathing doll; she’s the cutest little brown-eyed munchkin ever. The family favorite among the siblings.
So I caved.
We sat beside her Little People castle, and for 15 minutes, we danced. We dined. We sat in little teeny chairs.
Well, technically. Our Little People figures did, anyway. And they had a blast.
And I remembered just how amazing the sounds of a delighted little girl’s giggle are. And I learned that my way of answering the castle doorbell is hysterical– all 47 times.
And I remembered how this– this is what matters.
It’s not that the game was fun. It wasn’t. It was still lame. It was still boring to make the princesses talk, and to jam them into their tiny plastic chairs. And put them back when they fell out. And back in again. And again… What was fun was making my little girl laugh. And seeing her delight in being with me, having a moment. Such a simple, ordinary moment.
Together.
Yes, I’m still incredibly busy. And there is still so much to be done, every day. But I was jolted, pleasantly, back to the reality that I, too, need to stop and play. Not just for the kids’ sakes, but for mine, too.
Not that I can promise to be nice about it…. want to play chess, #1?…
Bring it. And bring your notebooks and pencils… ’cause you’re gonna get schooled.
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Melissa says
I hate to play too. And I only have 2! Maybe with 6 they play with each other some of the time. With 5 years apart the only thing they do together is beat each other up;)
When it’s time to wrestle though, I’m your man…or woman rather! I love the physical but if I have to play Barbie gotta new boyfriend one more time I think I’ ll just jab something into my eye to get out of it.
SixPackMommy says
I am with you- definitely prefer the physical/sporty games to the make-believe or board ones. But as for playing with one another, depends on the day… and who’s aligning with who…
Coffee Lovin Mom says
I am about to embark in a game called Beat the Parents – hmmm. Not sure she knows what she’s in for! I miss the days of being the jungle gym they climbed on which I never thought I would say. BTW Polly Pockets are the worst frustration just changing the dang clothes! Also, try sock basketball once – it’s a laugh all the way around, almost impossible to break anything, and all you need is an empty bucket/clean garbage can and some rolled up socks, no imagination necessary.
SixPackMommy says
Sock basketball, yes! Teeny tiny Poly Pockets, no! We cant even keep tiny pieces together long enough to create a game, unfortunately.
So what was Beat The Parents about, anyway?
Carrie says
OMG I so get it! I consider myself a pretty awesome mom but playing.. ugh..
I have 4 and now that the older 3 are off at school my youngest is looking at me with “play with me eyes.” I am breaking down and getting on the floor (at least until the bus comes)
BTW I found you on Bloggy Moms 😉
Carrie, the Just Mildly Medicated gal
SixPackMommy says
I think I find it easier when there are at least two home to let them rely on each other… but I’m trying. Good to know I’m not the only one! I already love your blog, just by its name! 🙂