{"id":9295,"date":"2013-03-06T00:21:00","date_gmt":"2013-03-06T00:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/2013\/03\/have-we-forgotten-how-to-play\/"},"modified":"2018-06-04T16:55:34","modified_gmt":"2018-06-04T16:55:34","slug":"have-we-forgotten-how-to-play","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/have-we-forgotten-how-to-play\/","title":{"rendered":"Have we forgotten how to play?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\" trbidi=\"on\">\n<br \/>\n<b><i>Jyotsna Tokas<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>A friend recently admitted to me, that she often finds playing with her children \u2018boring\u2019.  She admits \u201cIf I have to spend another afternoon playing aliens and spaceships with tinfoil wrapped around my head, I will scream,\u201d she told us.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-XcOwXzKYR9U\/UTYNfGpr64I\/AAAAAAAAhH0\/0ClgNsTiovw\/s1600\/PlayingWithKid.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\" rel=\"nofollow noopener\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" data-layzr=\"http:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/PlayingWithKid.jpg\" width=\"214\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\nMy husband is amazing at immersing himself in child-play.  And he says that making the effort to completely lose yourself in playing with your children (which, as he points out, you only get to do for a few years, say 5%, of your life) is really, really worth it.<\/div>\n<div>\n<br \/>\nBut although I love baking and doing all sorts of creative activities, I admit myself, there have been times when I would rather have done anything but pretend a squirrel wearing a pink wig in a pretend caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not sure it\u2019s that playing with my children is \u2018boring\u2019 (they are far from boring), but more that I have forgotten how to play. Maybe it\u2019s self-consciousness, maybe it\u2019s adult cynicism, or maybe it\u2019s just having too many competing things to do and think about. Whatever the reason, I often find it hard to get into it.<\/p>\n<p>I have found that when I do really properly play with my children (aged 3 and 2), it is one of the most joyous and magical experiences available to a person.  I find that I do completely lose myself in their enthusiasm, and imagination, and obscure rules.  And the sight of mummy bouncing around pretending to be a \u2018princess rabbit\u2019 brings them such happiness.<\/p>\n<p>The value of playing was really brought home to me the other day when a friend\u2019s son, who is seven, came around to play and declared himself bored with all my son&#8217;s \u2018babyish\u2019 toys.<\/p>\n<p>It really should go without saying that playing with your children is a good idea. When I think that my children may soon get addicted to the modern technological culture of Facebook, iPads, and electronic games, it makes me feel really sad.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s time we parents should make it a &#8220;child&#8217;s play&#8221; to play with your kids whenever we get time from our super busy routines.<\/p>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jyotsna Tokas A friend recently admitted to me, that she often finds playing with her children \u2018boring\u2019. She admits \u201cIf I have to spend another afternoon playing aliens and spaceships with tinfoil wrapped around my head, I will scream,\u201d she told us. My husband is amazing at immersing himself in child-play. And he says that making the effort to completely lose yourself in playing with your children (which, as he points out, you only get to do for a few years, say 5%, of your life) is really, really worth it. But although I love baking and doing all sorts <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":39304,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[64,1],"tags":[65,1879,67],"class_list":["post-9295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-articles","category-update","tag-member-article","tag-update","tag-views","has_thumb"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9295","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9295"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39305,"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9295\/revisions\/39305"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/39304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dwarkaparichay.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}