Making memories that lead to greatness

I was lucky enough, growing up, to have parents that allowed me to experiment and develop my ideas even when it was not convenient for them, loud and messy. I am very thankful for their ability to almost never say no and nag instead when I left a trail of tools and paint or a full backyard of costumes and toys.

That foundation is the main reason I started to wonder about toys and play in today’s environment after having my own kids. What is the sole purpose of play? Is it for fun or development? My answer would be no to both. In my opinion the sole purpose of play should be self exploration of worth and talent (done by developing and having funJ).

What are your most important memories? Why? When did you find your life passion? How? I am terrified that today’s toy market is leading children into copy-play with little if any self exploration. Play should help them to believe in their greatness. It should lead them to their passion. It should teach them that they have a unique talent for life. They should tell their own stories.

I am not a perfect parent and a pretty bad one if you judge it by the common standards. But I honestly believe that it is more important for a child to be trusted, unafraid and open than to always behave as society wants it to. We are only a small part off our children’s life. They should learn to lead it them selves instead following old paths off rules and roles that no one has proven to be “the ideal human”.
Let’s make those life changing memories with our kids! Even if we have to live in a messy house with drawings on the wall. I just bought a lot of colorful chalk J
Hulda
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  2. Helga says:

    One of my most important childhood memories is the backyard of our street which contained mountains, streams and a lake. I guess it is not just the space and nature that I get excited about when I think of the old days but also the freedom and trust that was handed to us kids. Sometimes we lost track of time and heard moms scream for us to come in for lunch or bed. There were no penalties for being late, thank god. We were always outside and playing. Good memories.

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