Reconnecting with the "play" of childhood can remind us that we never were really supposed to grow out of it.
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Of course, there are "adult" toys that we tend to believe are just the grown up versions of toys (e.g., fancy cars, fancy phones). But I am not so sure those are exactly the same.
What do you think is beautiful about watch children play with their toys - plastic pieces, magnets, dolls, doll houses, etc?
What I see this morning again is their pure and true imagination in those things. As an adult, I only see the million little plastic pieces that will eventually need to be cleaned up. When I try to remember what it is like in childhood, there is an entire world created around a Lego car and gas station I just completed building.
I pray in thanksgiving for the gift of play in children's lives, as it seems to be the core of their creative energy. I pray they not only never lose that, but that the core grows exponentially as they grow. And I pray that I may be more frequently reminded of the gift of play and find the opportunities to play every day.