Led by our son, last week we ended up milking the last of daylight saving for all it was worth. Walking through the door at 6pm after a full day at work, I am usually ready to sit down and slow down. But most days last week my enthusiastic 7 year old’s welcome-home greeting was an immediate heartfelt request to “come on out and play AFL in the back yard, Mum”….
Not at all a football fan, such a moment tests my value system – should I follow and connect around my child’s interests? Or do I counter-suggest a less active indoor activity to indulge my preferences at this time of day? The opportunity to connect on his terms wins – and so out I go, laughing within at the passion of this small lad-turned-whistle-touting-and-rather-bossy umpire. For twenty rough and tumble minutes he and his dad and me run around in the backyard like mad things, representing various teams, tackling with a vengeance, kicking wildly and sometimes accurately, bouncing, hand-balling, jumping for ball-ups, taking it in turns as ref, and laughing lots at our own silly jokes.
By the time we return inside each evening, our family unity and our good humour are both high, and our lungs are full of fresh air. What better way to finish the day could there be?
The footie culture is not my cup of tea but by bringing this activity with such passion into our back yard last week, my son helped to provide a fun context in which we co-created family togetherness, relaxation, love and laughter. Gratitude swells my heart.
I invite you to share your gratitude here if anyone in your life, has recently taken a lead with co-creating your family culture playfully?