March 2000

by DirtWitch
for MotherSpirit

I have wonderful memories of playing from my childhood. The strongest memories, complete with sensory input, smell, touch, taste involved time alone in nature or when I was involved in art making. I remember that we had a seemingly huge sumac grove out front that grew in a protective circle around MY play space. Inside that space, under a canopy of green leaves and sour red sumac flowers I spent an endless amount of time in imaginative play, I was a witch mixing up sumac lemonade brews for myself and the fairies, a tree spirit living in my own castle, Gretel to my brother's Hansel. A stream ran along the edge of our property and through the seasons I made boats from chunks of bark that raced along in the quick flow of spring run off, fed minnows oatmeal, basked on a 
warm rock that could be a castle fortress, a desert, or the site of fairy magick, caught frogs, modeled dishes and cups from the sticky mud of midsummer dry spells. I remember digging in the ground, recognizing plants from where they grew each year and just from the leaves, the earthy sweet taste of raspberries, the fresh GREEN of lettuce and peas, the hard work of shucking corn to eat it raw and sugary still sitting amongst the tall whispering rows of cornstalks. I remember the joy of making tracks  through virgin fields of fresh snow, all the different types of snow from crystal flakes like sparkling icing sugar to sticky wads that formed huge snowballs for forts and snow people. I remember waking to find a field completely covered in blooming dandelions one day and taking my paper and paints down into it - rubbing pollen between my fingers and drenching my paper in yellows and dabs of green. Then harvesting arm loads of those flowers to make crowns, to give bouquets to my mother, to see made into dandelion syrup and wine.

I remember leaving out milk and bread for the house brownie so he wouldn't play tricks on us...making a wish when I heard the cricket that lived in my room...I remember squealing with terror and laughter at fairy tales and German morality stories and bringing those characters into my own imaginative play. I remember my father telling us stories about his childhood , fears, hopes and dreams. I remember my Opa's finger puppet plays and stories of naughty squirrels and bossy mice. You know what I don't really remember? Toys. Toys were, for the most part, secondary to the work I was doing experiencing the world around me. 

Because of my memories from childhood, and the reading I've done on child development, on social anthropology, and on Waldorf based philosophies around children's play I feel very strongly that we need to take children's work - playing - very seriously. I also feel that we need to protect our children from the negative influences of a commercial society that through it's greed puts physically dangerous toys into the marketplace and more commonly psychically damaging toys into that marketplace. A commercial society that also promotes toys that take the natural work and learning of play away from children and substitutes it with lessons on being a good consumer. If I felt an early education on 

greed, keeping up with the Joneses no matter the cost, and the nature of trading on the stock market would make my child a happier, more fulfilled adult I'd encourage him to play with Pokemon. My goal as a parent is to help my child develop into a genuinely happy individual who has high self esteem, and follows his dreams no matter how farfetched they seem. I want to see him develop into an adult who finds real value in the work he does and really knows what it's like to be satisfied, to feel at peace with himself. This journal gives me a place to explore ways of facilitating these core values.

So how can we help our children find that peace through play? I think we do it by allowing them into *our* world from birth, by not interfering with their independent play, and by facilitating their need to connect with the natural world around them. Toys should be treated as tools in facilitating these things, and they should always be secondary to the experience and imagination children bring to their work.

In play therapy, observing a child's imaginative play allows a therapist insight into the issues a child is dealing with. The play is the therapy. Through play, acting out conflicts and concerns a child works through these things on their own terms. A play therapy playroom contains the most basic toys to encourage free imaginative play. It's clear to me that imaginative play vital to a child's healthy inner development. They find inner peace through REAL play. Real play is uninhibited imaginative work.

I'm due with my second child in a few months and have been thinking a lot about this baby's needs and the work they'll do in that first year or two.

What babies need:

What babies don't need:

What kind of toys facilitate a baby's work?

    Very few toys! Here's a list of things we've made or found useful along the way.

    The first year:

        - From our toy workshop, and from the natural world:

        - From other talented people's workshops:

    The second year:

           - From our toy workshop, and from the natural world:

           - From other workshops:

BOOKS!!!! Read to your baby! You can read anything when they're infants and they will simply respond to the special cadence your voice takes on.  We read Christina Rossetti poems to Tyren as a baby all the time. Good quality books don't have to be a big expense for you either. Use your library, identify favorites and only purchase the ones that get read over and over again.
THE ARTS!!!! Expose your baby to live music, singing, theatre, puppet shows, sculpture, and paintings. In my experience the more these things are a part of your every day life the longer your child's attention span will be, the more they will appreciate and incorporate them into their own lives as they grow older. This exposure doesn't have to cost a thing either. Create art yourself, use homemade instruments, sing, visit free art galleries and get big beautiful art books out of the library.