I love it that when my boys go out to play, in their minds they are going out to work. They have business plans. Entrepreneurial dreams and visions. They have a chain of command and they are constantly reviewing the progress made on the many projects they have going on at any time.
I am happy to report that over the last few weeks the nice days have outnumbered the nasty ones by far. Though winter likes to creep up on us and yell an unwelcome BOO! every couple of weeks and will continue to rear its ugly head in this way until the end of May, we are so happy when March arrives because it means that there are generally at least a handful of lovely days in which to play outside and begin to once again let yourself imagine that there are actually other seasons besides winter. So the boys have been spending every minute they can out of doors, giving them some much needed quality time spent in the dirt and giving me just an eensy weensy bit of something akin to serenity.
Yes, Spring is in the air. See, here’s proof:
Wonderful beautiful proof. But I digress.
As I mentioned, these boys don’t really “go out to play”, they go out to work on their projects. Mankind was made to work… only the toil and the sweat of the brow part of it came along as a curse… but for children when they go out to work in the manner in which I am speaking of, it is work done purely for pleasure, perhaps as close as one will ever come to understanding the kind of work that I’m sure we will be doing in heaven someday, because I assure you they are reaping no earthly harvest because of it other than the sheer pleasure that it brings. Here is a small list of some of their projects:
- Dig pits
- “Grow worms”
- Hammer things
- Decide who is “Chief” for the day
- Boss the non-chiefs around
- Move rock piles from here to there and then from there to here again
- Get dirty (okay… well, maybe it’s not an objective but they accomplish it well.)
I just love to watch them work. I love to hear them interact and discuss the hierarchy of chiefs. I love to hear the import that they have in their voices as they discuss their plans for the worm business that they have recently conceived.
Even the little one is convinced he is doing really important work…
He has a very interested companion in his co-worker, Bruce.
And then someone has to drive the stuff away of course…
But I think driving is just a temporary job for this one. He tells me he is going to be an artist when he grows up.
If any of my children have the possibility of becoming a tradesman, this one has got to be the man. Though school is sometimes torment for him, so much does he despise sitting in his desk, he has the tenacity of a pit bull when working on a project or trying to solve a problem. His determination amazes me sometimes.
He studies the problem carefully…
And then he gets to work.
He makes the best of a situation that requires a hammer when no hammer can be found. Yes, it’s a broken mini-hockey stick.
He scrutinizes his work…
It’s very serious work, don’t ya know. And it is… Check out this interesting article about the importance of good old-fashioned play.