So much of the kiddos time is spent at what they refer to as "playing a game". They are full bodied warriors, characters from movies or books (The Hunger Games is very popular in the woods behind our house). Aley is particularly entrenched, pretty much 24/7 in creative play of one sort or another. She wears cat eye glasses she has popped the lenses out of, types stories on the computer, draws comics, creates stuffed animal kingdoms, and RULES at dramatic play. Even when her younger brothers' friends come, she makes up games with hobbits and killer robots and princesses and dragons...
Arlo does ninja moves, wears costumes, and fake dies across the entire house, Ivy cackles like a witch from a very scary movie and also rocks the hero role in many of Aley's adventures, and Sol, my teen, my oldest, continues the habit he started as a wee one of walking through the yard with a stick or a nerf gun or a lego ship in his hand, telling himself a story with the occasional explosion.
I CANNOT imagine their lives or personalities without this particular freedom. It is awesome to behold.
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