Mom of two Mischievous Monkeys: August 2018

Monday, August 20, 2018

The change in play

When I was growing up – and when the majority of you were growing up I imagine there was no such thing as a “play date”. When you wanted to play with someone you rode your bike or walked over and knocked on their door to see if they wanted to come out. Most times, unless they were grounded they were allowed out since most parents sent their kids out to play until the street lights came on or it was time for dinner. We might even pick up a phone and call our friends. Concepts that nowadays seem foreign to kids.

The one thing there definitely wasn’t during those times was parent involvement in the process. No one consulted their calendar to see when it would work to get John and Jane together to play. We just played. We weren’t trying to schedule play time around excessive amounts of extracurricular activities some kids are involved in or parents hectic schedules. We came home from school dropped our stuff off (some of us even had keys to let ourselves in while our parents were still at work) and then took off to a friend’s house. We came and went out of our friends’ houses in the neighborhood as if we lived there too, sometimes staying for dinner or vice versa.