It wasn’t so very long ago that I stood in Westville Village (yes… “ville” and “village” is a wee mite redundant) with Tia Julie and Josh feeling very inspired. Not simply because I feel that I am part of the generationally displaced but also because it cemented certain ideas in my brain. In the moment that I took the above picture… after much deep and profound brain things inside my head… I had a plan.
As we walked to the schoolhouse along the paths at Westville with children in traditional clothes and wooden wheels running about happily, I told Josh my thoughts. Our children — those mysterious little future beings — would be part of such a community, be creative and inventive with their play, and they would not miss out on life because they were permanently connected to a video game device. Our future children would be able to think for themselves.
And so it came to pass that we got our kids. And what awesome kids they are! Creative? You bet. Did I dream them into reality, I wonder?
My girls love to play with homemade Play Doh (we refill the little containers and add different scents like mint, peppermint, almond, orange, and cinnamon with extracts), go on treasure walks with buckets of pine cones in tow, have tea parties, read books while curled up on the front porch, and enjoy exploring the world around them.
To think that just a few weeks ago, we were still in the planning phase… and now we have put our plan into action. And it’s working.
They called me “mommy” today for the very first time. My cup runneth over.
P.S. My youngest (pictured by the Play Doh) says “widdle waddle” instead of “a little while.” Cute!