Playtime Reminders

7 yr. old says
"I'm going to ride my bike. Let's pretend it's my horse. OK?"
"The Piggies are coming! The Piggies are coming!" (Can you hear the giggles?)
"The British are coming! The British are coming!"
All this is going on while I'm trying to make dinner, and I can see and hear most of it out our kitchen bay window. Minutes later, the girls have the baby in a wagon sucking on lollipops as the carriage boy pulls them along.

These are those kind of moments that you want to hold onto forever. Minutes that you don't want to pass away. It must be their smiles that have captured my heart. Something about their innocence and not so, that brings tenderness to their cry.
-But I'm getting sidetracked here because my blog tonight was suppose to be about playtime. What was it that I was thinking about concerning playtime? I was thinking about how that their thoughts pour out into their play. Can you tell mine had been thinking about the Revolutionary War? We read an early reader today called Sybil Ludington's Midnight Ride. It was a very good book. The pictures were just right for all of them and even the 4 yr. old was caught up in the story. We have really enjoyed this time period in history. From the bravery and humble heart of George Washington to the unbelievable betrayal of Benedict Arnold. And it thrills my heart to think it is pouring out into their playtime.

There are many lessons to be learned from children, and I have only begun to scratch the surface on some of them. Playtime....a very good reminder of what our children are digesting.