Wherever and whenever possible, the grandsons engage body, mind and soul in imaginative play. And it’s good for them. We encourage such play and the possibilities that open up for their young selves.
If you watch them, listen to them, their imagination and enthusiasm bursts with a palpable vigor of discovery. We could learn a thing or two from such unbridled vigor.
An arm extended is a wing just as the rushing, whooshing sound from their mouth is that of fast-moving air giving lift to the aircraft. You can’t ignore their commentary for it further explains the depth of their imagination and understanding of how they play. “He’s way up in the sky…diving down then up again…he goes very far and very fast.”
I see in all their imaginative play a power that exceeds that of any CPU. What they emotionally and physically feel, the how of what their mind’s eye offers, when they encounter a challenge [“He won’t share the glider!”]—or arrive at a compromise or solution—every bit of it adds to their development as communicators, problem-solvers, collaborators and empathetic beings.
Indeed seeing these two boys and all that they say and do remind me to nurture my own imagination. At least not to ignore it. The why of such nurturing can liberate and acknowledge a sense of purpose and triumph. Many of us are unlikely to realize our loftiest, most ambitious dreams and goals, but pause and think again.
Our imagination can fuel possibilities that can manifest into a journey that’s not only our own, but a story genuine to our sense of self .