As only children, Kevin and I have always wanted to teach Landon the art of entertaining himself. We had this down to an art as kids. I played house in our unfinished basement for HOURS! I had intricate plots about my day. I made pancakes out of sandpaper and cooked them in yard sale pots. I used to play “pioneer” woman and walk down in the woods to the creek behind our house to get water for my pretend family. ALL BY MYSELF. Yes…I was 8 years old navigating the woods alone…with a running creek bed. CALL SOCIAL SERVICES! My parents were busy…and that was fine. Did I expect them to play house with me? No. I wanted it to be about my imagination. Kevin had a tree house fort about 10 feet off the ground WITH a zip line to the house. He built mountains of Legos and surely made up plenty of scenarios of what all the little guys were doing. We both spent many dinners out with our parents and their friends…with no other kids. We learned to sit quietly and keep ourselves entertained.
We want this for Landon…even if he isn’t an only child. We have seen the results of being entertained 24/7 and it ain’t pretty. Teenagers spouting “I’m bored” constantly. Needing to go somewhere…spend more money…constantly. Not what I want for my future.
Luckily, we can already see this taking shape. Landon can busy himself with his trains and cars for long periods of time. I am talking up to an hour. We just sit and watch. It is so entertaining. In the evenings when it is nice, I open the back door to the screened in porch and watch him play while I make dinner and/or unload dishes. He travels from each piece of furniture recreating story lines from his favorite movies or even book plots. Recently it has been James Goes Buzz Buzz (btw I LOVE these early reader books…another Love post coming on that). So many times his trains and cars are in peril running from the bees. You can always hear “hi thomas. Hi Percy. What doin? OKaaaayyyy comin? OK!” and they trot off together across the sand table. My heart bursts at the cuteness. Well last week I finally got him on video without stopping to say “hi ryann.” or want me to take his picture. He just kept playing. So here you go. A 2 minute glimpse into the imagination of my 2 year old: