It’s Mom…Not Fisher-Price

lego-615239_1280When we spend $$ for that colorful, wonderful new toy, we are hoping, wishing, and dreaming that we can delight baby or keep our toddler busy “for hours” like the package says. But it turns out that toys are just toys—and not Mommy. No surprise. Mommy is what children really need and want!

I bought a woodcrafting kit as a gift for my son Ammon when he was about 9 years old. It looked so creative and fun! The box showed all sorts of clever contraptions, vehicles, and birdhouses that you could build with the wood pieces and instructions inside! I supposed that Daddy would get it out and play it with him, or that Ammon’s own curiosity would make that toy happen. Now Ammon is nearly 16, and guess what? Yep, the wonderful wooden craft kit never got opened. I need to give it to the thrift shop, because it makes me cry when I see it. Ammon isn’t interested in building little toy cars anymore . . . he is learning to drive a real one!

Research done at London’s Institute of Education determined that a stimlulating home environment with lots of toys and books may help toddlers progress temporarily, but the biggest indicator of long-term benefit comes when mother (or father) enters the picture. Dr Leslie Gutman, the report’s lead author, said “Toys and books have their place . . . but what is important is having the parents interact with the child . . . To have parents read to their children is much more important than having a hundred books—that’s great, but if you are not reading to your child, that’s not engaging with the child.”

Toys are only tools—tools that help parents and kids engage, connect and enjoy each other. They are lifeless until you are involved.


May I recommend:

Toy Night

Soak in the Joy!

Come Play with Me

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Come Play With Me

homeschool poem

Our grandbaby Rachel with her loving mother Melanie

Come Play With Me

Passing through her kitchen,
I saw dishes waiting there. . .
A basket full of laundry
Beside a rocking chair.

Her house was clean, but much undone-
I wondered, “Where is she
That order is not all about
As time approaches three?”

And then I heard her voice so young,
The house at once was gay. . .
And I saw her children gathered close
To where she knelt in play.

She jumped upon her feet in haste,
And came to welcome me—
And for the lack of order
Gave this thoughtful repartee.

“It seems that work will always wait,
While time is never still. . .
I like to, while my children’s here,
Drink of them my fill.

I know in years ahead they’ll think
Not of my work all done,
But how they loved their days at home
And shared with me their fun.

And when their paths lie far from mine
And life can ordered be
The memories of the joys we knew
Will be a song for me.

The song fills a mother’s heart
At end of every day. . .
Who never could refuse the plea
To “Come with me and play”.

                         —Harriet Elmblad



May I recommend:

First a Relationship

Doing the Little Things He Asks You To

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Families

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