I’m sitting in my office looking outside at all the yard work that needs to be done.
Weeds that need pulling and plants that trimming.
I’m overwhelmed and undermotivated.
The laundry list of things to do in and outside the house is becoming too much for me to keep up with.
But then I stop.
I stop fretting for a moment to notice two little people playing inside our backyard playhouse.
They’re playing next to the weeds that need pulling and the plants that need trimming. They don’t notice the unkept things around them. The things on my to-do list. Instead, they pretend a flower is a type of food and serve it to one another in their playhouse restaurant.
I sit and watch them for awhile.
I wonder what it would be like to have that philosophy as a grown up. I wonder what it would feel like to call my editor and say, “No, I can’t write today, I need to play pretend for a few hours and then nap for the afternoon.”
As parents, we don’t allow ourselves time to play. Perhaps we need to put that laundry list of to-do items away for a day or two and have a day of play.
I’m going to go outside and turn a blind eye to those weeds and plants, and I’m going to let my children serve me mud and flowers for dinner.
And perhaps I’ll look at those weeds and untrimmed plants from the corner of my eye and wonder if I should just grab one to cut back. But then I’ll remind myself that this is my time to play with those two amazing little people.
And it’s my time to teach them that everyone needs to play sometimes. Even grown ups.
Danielle Herzog is a freelance writer and stay-at-home mom to two children.
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