Puzzling Out Play

This week, I’m happy to share an article I wrote for Spirituality & Health magazine about an important lesson I learned from spending the first summer of the pandemic with my grandchildren: that my life has not been sufficiently focused on play. Old habits are hard to break, but I know my father would be happy to see me embracing more relaxation and delight. He saw this world as a magical playground filled with countless wonders to explore, and was one of the happiest and most playful people I have ever known.

 
 

My only memory from kindergarten is playing musical chairs during a class party. Two rows of chairs had been placed back-to-back down the middle of the classroom. Dozens of parents stood against the walls, encircling the chairs. I had never seen the game before and was unsure what the teacher meant when she said, “Remember the rules! You can only sit down when the music stops, not before.” 

Soon, I was naïvely walking around the assembled chairs with my classmates to a happy tune. Suddenly, the music stopped. Gasps and giggles ensued as everyone dashed to sit down. From the safety of the chair I’d been lucky enough to find, I watched a bewildered boy get led away to stand on the sidelines. One chair was removed, the music recommenced, and soon another child, not as quick as the others, shared that first boy’s sad fate. 

Although I survived many rounds, what I remember most about that day was the fear. Listening closely to the music—all my senses alert, like an animal in the wild listening for predators—I migrated around those chairs with anxious intensity, my body tense and ready to pounce. I was more afraid to lose than I was eager to win

When I was even younger, not quite two, I displayed a gift for swiftly assembling wooden puzzles. There are home movies of me so young I could barely speak, my chubby little hands flying as I connected the odd-shaped pieces. I worked as fast as I could, cheered on by laughs and claps—an early training to perform for praise rather than pleasure. 

As if accomplishment was my North Star, I lived my whole life in the fast lane. I went to college at 16, and at just 20 cofounded a business with my husband that grew at lightning speed. I picked up my pace even more when we had children—a mother who worked full-time but would never miss a school event and felt compelled to serve home-cooked organic meals. 

 

Drew and Myra in the early days of Earthbound Farm, circa 1989

 

The playtime I spent with my kids was usually project oriented. I liked our efforts to be productive. We would bake pretzels, string beads, build miniature houses out of popsicle sticks. I never understood how my husband could simply sit around tossing balls with our son and daughter for hours, playing what they called “hall games.” I used that time to make a dent in my long to-do list. The idea of resting or relaxing never crossed my mind. Although my body began to scream “NO” in the form of headaches, backaches, stomachaches, and more, I never slowed down—and society never stopped applauding my efforts. 

Now I am 57, living through a pandemic. As the ground under my feet constantly shifts—and as life as a human animal living on planet Earth feels increasingly more tenuous—I’m looking back at a lifetime that has been overly focused on achievement and not sufficiently focused on delight. I know the time has come to shift my priorities. 

 

Feliciano and Amada playing with their grandma, Myra—October, 2020

Myra’s grandson Feliciano, and son Jeff, enjoying a friendly game of “Pretty, Pretty Princess,” March, 2022

 

Because of COVID, my daughter and her family took refuge with my husband and me for two months this summer. For the first time, I had my grandchildren nearby for an extended period of time. They did a great job teaching me the art of play. 

At first, not trying to get anything done—just letting myself have fun— was like visiting a foreign land with completely unfamiliar customs. It took me a while to get my bearings as we made pasta out of playdough, choreographed silly dances, and ran through the sprinklers. But soon the freedom and lightness of pure play made me eager for more.

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