Alright people, I am ready to make a confession.
I do not like to play.
I do not like to play.
Gasp! What a horrible mom.
I guess I should say, I do not like to play, but I do it anyway.
I am a busy work-from-home mom. I work for an advertising agency. I also blog, tweet, take care of the house, do laundry, run errands, and cook meals. I also take time out each day to play with Amelia.
Granted, it may not be for long. 30-45 minutes of undivided attention from me makes her day. I find a way to stop what I am doing and let her take the reins. During this time, she directs our play. Sometimes, if my schedule looks clear, we go out to a playground or indoor play center. I encourage her to venture out, to have confidence playing alone. I will also find moments to join her. To interact. To cheer her on as she climbs a tower or chase her as she runs and giggles. I admit, I do not love it. But the joy on her face breaks down my walls and forces a smile. Those moments are priceless.
Eight or nine times out of ten, do you know what happens?
We meet "the clingy kid". A kid, usually much older than my own, whom is so enamored by a mom in the mix of kids, he/she becomes my shadow. Many times, this kid will approach and ask,
"Will you play with me?"
A question posed not to 3-year-old Amelia, but to 33-year-old me.
Here is another confession...
I completely avoid this kid.
Gasp! How terrible!
I do not want the responsibility of entertaining someone else's child. I generally answer with, "I need to watch my daughter today." And the clingy kid? Usually follows me for a few minutes (or more) before finally turning away.
Maybe this is wrong of me... but I don't. like. playing.
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