Take a minute and think back to your childhood. In order for this plan to work, I had to figure out what I wanted to do. I needed to come up with playful ideas that we’d both enjoy. I’ve discovered that it isn’t what my son wants to play that matters, it’s who he’s playing with…me. I vowed to no longer say “I don’t want to play”, instead I’d say “I don’t want to play that. We both get frustrated because playtime isn’t all that fun anymore. I want to play with him, unfortunately I don’t like to pretend play, which is his favorite thing right now.
“Why can’t I just play for more than just a few minutes? Playing has gotten so tedious!” I promise we’ll play more later.”Īs I’m walking away he says “Awe, Mom!” and hangs his little head. “Hey kiddo, I had fun playing, but I need to go fold some laundry. Laundry! Oh, yes! I have laundry to fold. I say something about Chase grabbing a ladder to rescue Jake and it happens, “No Mommy! That’s not what Chase does, you’re doing it wrong! Jeeze!” Oops, I got off script.Īfter a few minutes of pretending and “doing it wrong” I’m feeling a bit agitated and bored. Honestly, I do not understand what we’re doing, but I’m following along with whatever directions he throws my way. We run around the house pretending to save a lost kid named Jake. “Paw Patrol! Oh, I LOVE Paw Patrol! You be Chase, I’ll be Rider! Let’s go!” I take off running after my son, smiles on both of our faces. Instead of pushing him off, I respond with “sure kiddo, what do you want to do?” This sweet kid cannot entertain himself if his life depended on it. I’m standing in the kitchen, wiping off my hands after washing the breakfast dishes, when I hear his little running feet getting closer and closer.
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