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Playing Grown-Up

Playing Grown-Up

Maria writes:
Rick and I are often privy to our granddaughters’ conversations of play, when they come to visit.  They play on the porch, just off the kitchen, where we often sit.  Indy and Mazzy are inspiring pretenders.  It’s fascinating what they harvest from us, their parents and teachers, hanging on to only what they deem worthy (translation: fun), and (apparently) tossing the rest.

      I was that kind of player, often on my own resulting from being born between 2 brothers.  My father often told me it was my job to play and I took it to heart.  I sometimes wonder what would have happened if Rick and I were playmates/neighbors early on, and found soulmates in each other,  as we eventually did.   If we played like Mazzy and Indy, making up scenarios out of the “inspirations du jour”, and concocted lives we could only have lived in our dreams. 

     Unlike the girls, we would not have assumed lives as kings and queens, nor unicorns with frilly accoutrements. But, maybe,  traveled the world in search of magical places, interesting people and great stories, never before heard. We would have been servants to famous artists and musicians, learning the great secrets of creating an opus of our very own.   We would have pretended we had discovered a brand new art form, that had folks begging for us to teach them how this was done.  People would come from all over the world.  Rick and I would work together, like a magic act, showing them intricate patterns and drawings, then demonstrate how they, too, can do what seems to be impossible. And Rick says, oh! Oh! And we can play music and entertain them and have all sorts of fun, how cool would that be?  But I can’t play music, I respond. That’s ok, he smiles. You can dance! You might even need some frilly accoutrements!

And they lived happily ever after.


Or was it just the beginning?  Who’s to say?



  • And by the way…What adorable children you were! What adorable adults you have become!!

    Katrina on

  • Thanks for dreaming!

    Katrina on

  • Never too old to play!

    Molly Hollibaugh on

  • We each one of us has a great story, unheard and unlived by any other. How thankful I am you have chosen to share yours with us!

    [future CZT34!]

    Ginger White on

  • I love this story. Reminds me of my mum. She always said that because she had to entertain herself, growing up on a dairy farm, that it made her creative. She was a potter. She fostered creativity in me and my sisters. We all have artistic talents, now. …….but none of us have musical abilities! The piano lessons just never “took”!

    MKay B B Watson CZT17 on

  • I just read your post and it struck a chord. I woke up at 5am, thinking about the wonderful beginners class I taught yesterday; everyone laughing and playful. Being a lifetime teacher of 7th grade, I knew exactly how to tease them, cajole them and surprise them with how wonderful their work was. But here’s the thing. I came across this quote recently and it resonates with both me (at 71) and my experiences with zentangle, and I think the following is something really important.

    “What if the healing of the world utterly depends on the ten thousand invisible kindnesses we offer simply and quietly throughout the pilgrimage of each human life?”- Wayne Muller.

    How wonderful that we get to live this life we’ve stumbled upon as if it were all a part of some grand plan. Thank you both for bringing this into the world.

    Elaine Wegenka on

  • Bravo! Great story, magic is everywhere!

    Deborah Sargent on

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