The few I can think of are all amazing memories, but it's just weird to me, meditating on this topic lately, that these are the only real memories I can come up with of being a kid and just goofing off, having fun, and playing with my parents. I wonder, did they not play with us? I doubt this, but... Or, so, did they and it's just that I don't remember? If so, that sucks.
I wonder what I'm just not remembering. Come on brain, what are you missing? Stupid brain.
Obviously I'm obsessing on this because of Otto. I live to play with him, to dance with him, to get down on the floor and play trucks or splash in the kiddie pool or do Mr. Potato Head. Will he remember? Does it matter if he doesn't? Gah, I'm so emo! What is my problem? But really, when I think of playing as a child I think of being alone in my room, or with my little brother, or running around the neighborhood with other kids... I don't think of my mom or dad at all, not for a second.
So, I mean, I don't want to be this creepy Norman Bates' mom-lady hovering all over Otto's childhood, but how can I help it?! I mean, it's where I want to be, it's what I want to be doing! Someday soon there's gonna come a time when he's playing and he won't want me there, he won't need me to be a part of it, and what am I going to do? Cry? Butt in? Yeah, I think I'm going to cry and maybe butt in.
And for now I'm going to be a helicopter mom! Whoohoo Helicopter Lindsey! And I'm going to sponge up every second of it, of getting to just "be" with my awesome little man!
So, is it just me? What do you remember about playing with your parents? Loads of good stuff? Or are you like me and coming up blank? Ugh.