Making Time To Play

I didn’t grow up playing with my dad – because he never came home – well, maybe once a year – but still we never play – nor read a book or anything. He comes home – my mom would serve him dinner – and then we all would already be packed in the room and getting ready for bed even though it is 7pm in the evening and the sun i still out. Yes ! we were that obedient – yet – my dad never appreciated it.

My siblings and I grew up being afraid of my dad – because he was only home to punish us – therefore, I never want Chloe to grow up this way – because it sure was a sad way to grow up. But we are always so busy at work – even though chloe comes to work with us everyday – therefore, we make sure we stop and play with her – even if we were busy. I also want Chloe to grow up to know her grandparents – so I make PB call his parents – to take her for a few hours if they can’t for more – that way – she doesn’t grow up not having played with her grandparents like myself. I grew up with regrets – regrets that i didn’t know my grandparents, my dad nor my cousins and relatives – so I don’t want history to repeat itself – I want Chloe to have a good childhood – so making time to play is an important exercise that I practice because of Chloe – what about you? is your spouse too busy to play with your daughter? if he is – make him make time – I do.