“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?”
— Lewis Carroll (Through The Looking Glass)
Have you noticed that children play quite differently when they are on their own compared with sharing games with others?
When they are playing on their own, children live in a different world. Look at the concentration on a child’s face. What are their thoughts? What lovely stories are they making up for themselves?
And children playing in the open air. Yesterday when out walking we saw a child playing happily in a pile of leaves. Look at this boy’s face as he discovers the sound, feel and joy of fallen leaves.
And then when they discover the joys of books. What was James thinking at almost three years old when he ‘read’ his book.
And when there are two or more playing the games become more structured. There isn’t the same scope for the child’s or the children’s imagination to run wild.
I recently came across the photo of James and friends ‘playing’ the piano. What wondrous dreams were these children concocting?
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” — Pablo Picasso
My granddaughters are twins. They have always been together. I wonder how this has affected their imagination, aa they are rarely alone.
Much research has been carried out on twins – I wonder if anybody has looked at that aspect?
I love the Picasso quote. I wish I could remain childlike in my imagination and not apply that filter.
Today, I will try to see the world with childlike eyes.
Love making those school projects with grandchildren
Mine are now almost self sufficient in the school project area. But some of the things they produce are amazing!
Yes – that filter….
I spent two hours yesterday with my 2 year old grandson. He is busy pretending to be a baby at the moment as so many of his parents’ friends have babies at the moment. I happily play along with him to feed his mind and his growing imagination. I feel better for playing and escaping the filters of adulthood!
He is also heavily into copying people. Yesterday he had to “cook dinner” , “bake a cake” , help Mummy carry the wood in and hold the small logs while she got the fire started and he just loves wearing his sunglasses like his Daddy does. So much going on in his brain all the time.
All babies and children need that solitary time in their own world. I worry about whether they get enough of that uninterrupted space when they are in full time daycare from an early age.
Aren’t we lucky that we have our grandchildren close enough to visit. And I agree that they do need this solitary time that maybe they don’t always get at daycare.
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I like the Picasso quote, too. I wish every child could have time at home bonding with a parent, and learning from them, instead of put in day care.
I was lucky in that I am of a generation where Mothers got to stay home with their children and the bonding was there. Nowadays so many mothers have to work and have no option but to put their babes into child care.
I love the photo of the kids at the piano! Reminds me of my house 🙂
I love having young kids at home (I’m full time at home except when my mom keeps them for me to write 3 times per week), they certainly do teach me much about the imagination and of living freely. Having them around me, being aware of them, their thoughts, their movements, and actions, lets me see the world through fresh eyes!
I love the motivation of your blog, Judith!!
Hi Jennifer. In my privileged position of Granma to four boys, I have watched them mature into young adults – three teenagers and one almost teenager. I have watched with amazement their imagination at work.
I have a supply of photos like the piano one,both of my own children and theirs, that remind me of their early years and the wonders of being a child.
Thank you for your comments:)
I, too, love that Picasso quote…sadly, I think I was much more imaginative as a child than I am now…
I do agree. Somehow the years seem to take their toll on our imagination as well as other things.