Play With Me, Granny

“Play with me, Granny”toy_grandma

How many times have I heard those words from a sweet grandchild with pleading eyes, pursed lips and a toy or a game in their outstretched arms? Plenty, I tell you, and also not enough!

Spending time with a little one has to be one of the greatest pleasures in the world. And when that time is face-to-face in imaginary play, the gates of heaven themselves seem to open up. It is great fun in the moment and the memory is beyond words.

Figure1Our 7 yo grandson Mark has always enjoyed games but recently has discovered a new level of board games that we have all been rediscovering with him. Checkers has become a real favorite, along with “The Ladybug Game.” It requires no reading, and was created by a first-grader as a school project. Mark was very intrigued by this and has decided he could do something similar. Such an interesting way that a game can be inspiring!

Another new favorite is “Qwirkle,” which is similar to Dominoes. Planning and strategy are necessary, so both of us are learning some new skills here.

Games and the time spent playing them can teach kids so much. And how to win is the least! In the beginning it may be just about taking turns and having fun. Later on, there’s much to absorb about fairness, truth, strategy, planning and having fun. Eventually, one must learn how to lose with grace, prepare for the future, visualize the effects of one’s actions, help others to succeed and have even more fun. The lessons of game-playing, as in life, never seem to end. And neither does the joy, thank heavens!

As I was cleaning out a closet recently, I found our old “Monopoly” game with a record ofmonopoly-game-boardjpg-8628f916002139a1 all the winning scores on the inside of the box lid going back more than thirty years.  One particularly lengthy and sweet entry: 2/10/1986, my son’s name (he was then about 12 years old), $11,860, the town where we lived in Texas, 10:45 AM, 8 hotels, 6 houses, 18 properties, happened on a snowy day.

I can picture in my mind the kids home from school on a snow day, a fire in the fireplace, hot cocoa in mugs and everyone playing Monopoly for days at a time, stopping only to eat. The youngest child succeeding and proudly writing his legacy on the lid of a game box. There to be found, read and wonderfully remembered by his mother thirty years later.article-new_ds-photo_getty_article_178_136_86509377_XS

Don’t think for one minute that time spent playing with your youngster is time wasted. It is profound. It is necessary. It is gobs of fun.

6 thoughts on “Play With Me, Granny

  1. Hi Granny,

    I love this post. I think it would be a great post for anyone to read, even if they don’t have kids or grandkids or anyone to play with. We love to play games the most because we get to spend time with others, sitting and talking, being with someone else and their energy. It is very healing for us and very important to us to play games.

    If it is alright I would like to add your post to my resource pages on Healing from Abuse and Dissociative Identity Disorder, because we often need some encouragement to play with our inner child or childs and this post definitely does that. Would that be okay with you?

    Good and healing thoughts to you and to those you love.


    • Absolutely, it would be okay. You are so nice to ask. Yes, the best part about playing with others is the time spent in conversation, laughter, and just “being with”, as you said. I so agree! Here’s to more playing with children!!!


      • Hi Granny,

        Thanks. Another blog friend had written a post about how playing video games can be so healing and I had included that there too, I think sometimes we need a reminder of what can be fun and healing and that something fun can be wonderful and healing too.

        Good and healing thoughts to you.


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