I'm Not the Fun One

I am not a "fun" person.

I am not creative when it comes to games.

My strengths definitely lie elsewhere. I'm task orientated. I'm not fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-what-creative-play-idea-can-I-come-up-with-today person. But yet, I'm finding that I'm going to need to be a little more like that.

I like to take the kids for walks. For bike rides. To go to the park. I like to cook and bake and instruct them in the art of pulling weeds. I like to read books (currently we're reading The Horse and His Boy). But I'm not into the whole make believe thing. I'd rather not pretend to be an army man. I get distracted when I play cook with Abby. The toys all over the place distract me and I end up picking up when I had originally purposed to sit down and play. Mike is the go-to person in our parenting combo that does the make-believe play. He's the one who dresses up like a gun slinger and runs around the yard with Luke. He happily lets Abby cook for him. The kids adore it and him. They informed me at lunch today that Dad is the one who plays with them. I always have something else to do - like changing diapers and cooking or doing laundry. So I purposed, really purposed, to play with them today. Abby and I did some play cooking. Of course, I was slightly appalled at her choice of drink - lipsa (or something pronounced like that) - a concoction of salsa and cotton candy, but I went with it. Luke and I are going to play checkers after rest time. Should I not try to win? And Libby, well, Libby is still pretty content with playing ball in the backyard so that shouldn't be a problem.

The ironic thing is, the church asked me to help out with game time for VBS this year. I informed the woman asking that I was not fun but I was willing. So even if I'm not the fun one, at least I'm willing to try to be....