In just 3.5 short months, Play at Home Mom LLC acquired over 100,000 more readers – and those are just the people who use Facebook. That means there are over 200,000 moms, dads, teachers, caregivers, grandparents, etc who are interested in connecting with their children or the children in their lives through play. That’s over 200,000 people open to learning, living, and growing together in our community – 200,000 people open to the idea that children learn best through play and that children are capable and worthy of being trusted and listened to. We are forever grateful for all of you here. Your sharing, your messages, your emails, and your visits to our web site is what inspires us. Emails like this one, from a reader…..
Yes, has taken our family on a journey I never thought we would be on. I was certain of the path we would take raising our children. I was practically a parenting pro. A significant age gap between my five siblings and I left me a seasoned professional. My husband was raised much the same way as me and we agreed to raise our kids the same.
Yes, I’ll explore more into this philosophy of play:
When my oldest was 15 months old I started disliking staying at home with him. It was boring. He seemed bored. I was bored. The internet said we couldn’t do anything. Everything was too dangerous. I started debating going back to work. I had always thought I would be a stay at home mom, but maybe it wasn’t for me. And then I came across a blog through Pinterest. The light table seemed pretty cool. Sensory play? That’s neat too. Yes, I’ll go a buy a tub and fill it with random things. Yes, you can scoop and dump until your heart’s content.
Yes, I will “like” the sister site Parenting Beyond Punishment:
I was fascinated by the “Play at Home Mom” philosophy. I wanted to support their growth. I was spanked, my husband was spanked, everyone I knew was pro-spanking in one form or another, and we were all fine. I read the status updates from both pages. Took what I loved and left the rest.
Yes, I’ll read that article
One day, curiosity got the best of me. A link to Aha Parenting had been shared. I wanted to feel right in my decisions, read all the “crazy” things the author had to say. I needed to reaffirm that my way was right. I was struggling. I had hit my son a few times. Something wasn’t right. A rage boiled up inside of me. I wasn’t able to spank from a “loving” place.
And then it all hit me. Like a ton of bricks. “Why don’t you just spank him?!” my husband demanded from me. The words flew from my mouth, “Because if I start I’m not sure I can control myself. I don’t know if I can stop.” I hadn’t been just spanked as a child. I was abused, physically and verbally. My dad had temper problem and my mom only told me to be happy it wasn’t worse. I walked around for 23 years before realizing the amount of anger I had suppressed. The scariest was realizing I had strong impulses to act like I was treated.
I had been told that disagreeing on parenting styles would end marriages and I was extremely fearful we would end up on that path. A few days later my husband tells me, “Look, if spanking’s an issue for you then fine you don’t have to do it. I’m still his father and reserve the right to handle things in my own way.”
Yes, I will learn something brand new
I read. My internet browser had 20 tabs constantly open. I read every chance I got and into the early hours of the morning. Something was happening. I was happier. I was learning to parent from a place of love, not from fear or control. Something else was happening. One article at a time, my husband was changing his stance.
Yes, you can bend the whisk
One day, my son brings me a whisk. It’s completely bent out of shape, similar to me. I felt myself start to get mad. I had spent money on something for him and he was destroying it. How could he? He has no respect for things. Immediately I recognized what was happening. I started walking myself out of those thoughts. I bought the whisk for him. It is his to use as he pleases. I knelt down, “You bent the whisk.” “Yes, mom. It’s a butterfly.” Unmistakably, there was a butterfly I had missed seeing because of anger. I asked if I could keep it in my room as a reminder. He liked that idea. The butterfly has now evolved into an octopus.
The journey has not been easy. Sometimes I feel completely lost. I yell. I lose my temper. I cry. I also apologize. And admit my mistakes. My heart rests easier everyday. Tonight, as I was typing this, my son asked for me during bedtime. He wanted me to “tell him stuff.” One of our nightly routines.
Me: What are thankful for today?
Him: I’m thankful for you, my brother, dad, and bugs.
Me: What was your favorite part of today?
Him: Playing with you.
Me: I like playing with you too. Did you know you’ve grown me so much as a person?
Him: *awkward stare
I’m eternally grateful for all the work you guys do. I struggle to find the right words, but I really felt like I needed to tell you guys how much you have helped me. It’s hard to believe that a sensory box of pinto beans would lead my family down a completely different path. The connection I’ve been able to build with my sons is something I never knew was possible. You guys have taught me to value connection above all else. A string of “yes” brought me here. One play at a time you really are changing families. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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