Why I Don’t Play With My Kids (Much)
by Kathy Stowell of Bliss Beyond Naptime
I admit it. I’m not much of kid player. Isn’t that what puppies and grandmas are for?
It’s not that it never happens. And when it does it’s for real. Fun is had by all and the kids rub their eyes like they’re in the presence of a creature that’s a combination of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the fairy who paints the leaves in the fall.
When it does happen I don’t feel depleted like I do when even just in the presence of friends who live for this stuff. They play with their kids, and other people’s kids. Like, touch their toys with much gusto. And I’m in awe.
It’s similar to my awe of people who go running barefoot. I find it so cool and inspiring. But I can’t seem to naturally go there.
It’s an energy thing for me. Maybe the fun moms are extraverts. I was tested once and results indicate that I am officially an introvert. Very borderline extravert mind you, but nonetheless, kid play drains me. That and the fact that I garner energy from being by myself might explain why the thought of entertaining my children when I don’t feel like it makes me want to lie down and take a nap. For ten years.
So how do you go about raising seemingly well-adjusted children without a mom to play with in sight? Here’s how I do it…
CONTINUE READING IN THE FAMILY ROOM