I’m Not a Player

Do you love to play with your kids? Does your heart burst with joy when they tug on your hand, even if you’re in the middle of unloading the dishwasher or wiping the counter, or sweeping up all the crumbs (again), begging you to “Play, mama!”? Do you love to get on the floor and talk in silly voices and have fake tea parties and examine pretend boo-boos? No? Me, neither. I mean, sometimes I do. But most of the time, I don’t. I’m just not much of a player. I wrote a post on playing with my kids and my complicated feelings on it for the 28 Days of Play series. I hope you’ll join me over there.

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