Probably the very best thing I can credit my mother with (and of course the list is long), is her ability to play. Age is no barrier. The titles grandmother, senior... they mean nothing. My mama is fun! I believe the ability to play is a gift. I love being drawn into the imaginations of others. I love it when they unabashedly lay down all pretense and just think like a child. As they cut the felt, dress the doll, set the table... kids are naturally drawn to these people. Their eyes light up as they stand by, quietly observing, knowing that with a glance they are going to be invited into these magical preparations. Other adults witnessing this are envious if they are not drawn in. They are amazed at the ease with which the sweetest, simplest fun can be had.
I want to thank Pom Pom (another guru of playful living) for inviting me into her fun. By my own admission, I enjoyed myself as much as the girls did with the package that arrived last month. Even though it was just for a brief visit, it created that special magic that I am talking about. The crazy (and embarrassing if you let this kind of thing embarrass you) thing, is that we actually took these temporary guests on several of our outings and then forgot the camera. Is it o.k. to enjoy the company of stuffed, literary friends if you can't call it a photo session for the blog? Is that just a bit over the top? I don't think so. Sometimes silly is just what is called for. Certainly life is more pleasant for thinking so.