There are so many days that I lay in bed thinking about my kids and what we did that day. I feel guilty about the fact that all my kids did that day was watch me clean, do laundry, cool meals, go grocery shopping and yell at them to stop fighting. My kids are always asking to play with me and yet I almost always answer "not now, I'm busy."
I am really trying hard now to play with them. It is the little things that make them smile so big. Just yesterday my three year old said "play Mommy." And so I did. I dropped what I was doing and we played a game. It wasn't long but the look on his face was pure joy as he was about to get him Mom's undivided attention at that very moment. A few days later my son asked if he could ride bikes with me. I was tired and had already gone on a long ride but instead I went, happily. He grinned from ear to ear as we raced down the street together.
It moments like this that I really need to stop and remember what it is like to play. Our lives just get so busy and in a regular routine that we forget about how happy play makes us feel. My playtime is a long bike ride, with a wide bike lane in warm weather. P's playtime is a steep and windy dirt trail on his mountain bike. What's yours?
