Psst…I’m going to let you in on a little secret; I’m not terribly creative. Actually, I’ve always believed myself to be rather creatively handicapped.
I’ve struggled with creating stories as an adult. I can’t lie because I can’t dream up a creative enough story. My mind just doesn’t stretch itself that way easily.
But lately Katie has been increasingly interested in pretending and I’ve had to push myself more than a bit.
Yesterday, she was sitting on the floor, playing with her Polly Pockets while I was puttering, tidying up, sorting the mail, and emptying the dishwasher. I looked over at her and she looked so sweet. And so alone.
So, I went over and asked her if I could sit down and play with her. She simply beamed. I’m not sure when I last brought her such happiness. She eagerly replied, “Oh yes, Mommy, that sounds like a great idea!”
We took turns with her dolls and I truly got lost in the moment with her. We traded off driving the boat and the van. We took turns with the scooter and the wake board. Katie generously let me use the only pair of sunglasses.
We played for about twenty minutes, but she talked about those twenty minutes afternoon and evening. That’s all it took…twenty minutes to make her day. Twenty out of 1,440 minutes in the span of an entire day.
The dishwasher sat half empty, but her heart was filled to the brim. Last night, when I reviewed my day, those were the best moments by far.
And I learned that I can pretend the heck out of the Polly Pockets. I already know which I’m putting on my Christmas list. Who says I’m not creative?