Today the kids drew chalk drawings of themselves on the driveway. A simple exercise but took up most of the morning. Thank goodness for chalk. Who knew such a simple task could be so time consuming?
Their huge feet, small heads (I am not saying a word) and long legs were symbols of how they see themselves at this very moment.
How did I see myself at 6 or 8 years of age? I always had my head stuck in a book. My imagination was in overdrive. My Dad was involved with an amateur theatre group when I was younger so I spent some weekends hanging around the town community theatre, pretending I was an stage actress while he painted the sets, fixed the lighting or learnt his lines. Or I would prepare my speech for my Oscar. As you do. Damn that Meryl Streep, she would beat me every time.
We always were performing plays and concerts, pretend cubbies in the backyard.
I have decided our imaginations are under-rated. They can take us anywhere, create anything, let us be anyone, tell any story. Yet we often let our imagination be reined in by our rational mind.
“You can’t do that”.
“What would happen if I left my job?”
” I have a family to support.”
“That is not a very sensible thing to do”
“My parents/boyfriend/partner are relying on me to do….”
I have also decided that adults need to keep their imaginations alive too. Sometimes they are a tad sleepy. Sitting in limbo, waiting for the urge to create creep up again. Or laying dormant in a job or life they resent.
Looking back, my imagination had fuelled my writing and love of reading.
Take notice of your children. They are telling you already what their interests and loves are.
You just have to listen and pay attention.
What were your interests as a young child?