Ruben, at the delicate age of seven, hasn’t completely lost the ability to do nothing. Absolutely nothing. He can pretty much lie down on the floor for a couple of hours, doing…something? Nothing? I’m not sure. He likes weapons and super heros and knights, so maybe there’s some kind of role playing game taking place, quietly. Maybe the rug he’s lying on is a magic one, maybe Dimitar the cat is a dragon.
Sometimes I let him play games, PS2 or on the computer for hours. Sometimes I realise that he needs to keep his very own imagination going, the one that’s activated when you’re busy doing nothing. He can stay out for hours - hours! - on his own, even in the dark, and apparantly be part om some mighty adventure, on the hill some 50 meters from the house. It has a couple of nicely situated tree, perfect for climbing. And because of this, and his ability to lie down anywhere and do nothing for a long time, it doesn’t worry me the slightest that he likes to play Battlefront II for hours sometimes.
Anyway, my point is, it’s good for kids - or anyone - to be bored sometimes. To not have anything in particular to do. Being unscheduled. Use. Your. Imagination.
Why this subject came up today is that we’ve been home for three days cause he’s got some kind of nasty cold and coughs around the clock. Still, he’s not so sick he’s in bed. He’s up and about - and bored. So we’re exercising those imaginative skills, mixing action figures with wooden train tracks, the knights and their castle and some classic board games. And, of course, the latest favourite: Lord of the rings spoofs on youtube. (that one’s in Swedish though…) He laughs himself silly, then begins to cough again.
Anyway, just some thoughts on this whole being allowed to be bored or not issue. Parents today seem to compete with eachother who’s kid have the most social activites. Soccer practice, ice hockey, gymnastics, singing, basket ball, swimming…you name it. Practice, matches, competitions. Hurry from school, rushing from one place to the next. Talking to the other parents, comparing, being the busiest, winning the prize…
How about valuing taking it easy, hanging out, finding out what happens when noone tells you what to do..?
Of course it’s great getting exercise, fine tuning those social skills and being part of something bigger than yourself. But I strongly doubt those scheduled activities are gonna decide who and what you become, what kind of person you are. Are parents doing it for the kids - or themselves?
Common sense, a walk in the woods and some peace of mind goes a long way I think.
And yes, Sipwell, my conscience and better self will soon remind me that my standpoints prove I’m nothing but an old hippie, but that’s fine. I choose flower power over SUV’s in the suburb any day…