It’s not the first time I’ve dodged Julia’s games today. After a short stint playing a mind-numbing game of Dora The Explorer Candyland, I fake a bathroom emergency. When I come out, I casually begin folding laundry. When Julia calls me back to the game, I tell her I’ll come back soon. I’m lying.
Sometimes I’m not even that suave about averting playtime with Julia. After a few laps around the house playing Tag, I simply run away mid-lap. For a moment it delights her when she realizes I’m missing. She’s thinks I’ve turned it into a game of Hide and Seek, but after a few minutes she begs me to return. Then I use my arsenal of verbal excuses, including: I need to get the house picked up and make a phone call. When she whines, I urge her to play with her younger sister, Elise, who is old enough to toddle her way through a round of any running game. And that’s what siblings are for, right?
I’m not a complete failure at playing. I’m content to do puzzles, and I’ll take time-out from any adult activity to read a book. I’m a musician, which means anything musical is pretty much okay with me. I’ll also last a good while at “I Spy” during walks through our neighborhood. But generally speaking, I hate playing with my kids. Games of “Horsey” – in which I’m asked to giddy-up through our yard – or “Payer,” where we use a toy cash register to enact pretend transactions – are enough to make me lose my mind. Of all the negatives that parenting has brought – sleep-deprivation, a constantly messy house, never a moment to myself – it’s the playing that I hate the most.
And yet, read any mainstream parenting magazine today, and you’re made to believe that playing with your children is essential to their well-being. I recently read “Fidgety Kids: 10 Fun Games You Can Play in an Instant.” The article suggests I pass the time waiting at the pediatrician’s office by using the exam table paper to draw a village. It’s not that I can’t appreciate the inventiveness of this crafty game, but truthfully, I’d rather read a magazine and let my kids entertain themselves with the germy toys (which, by the way, they love).
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