Ever since listening to Krista Tippett’s interview with Stuart Brown this past Sunday morning, I’ve been observing and thinking about the value of play. Play is not only helpful in the physical, social, emotional and mental development of children, but without play, even adults don’t function as well as we should. According to Mr. Brown, founder of the National Institute for Play,

“[Play] is uniquely and intrinsically rewarding. It generates optimism, seeks out novelty, makes perseverance fun, leads to mastery, gives the immune system a bounce, fosters empathy and promotes a sense of belonging and community. Each of these play by-products are indices of personal health, and their shortage predicts impending health problems and personal fragility.”

Observing the Young. It’s been a good week for my daughter and her husband to visit us. I’ve watched their playfulness with each other, their fun with table games, their need to get out of the house and go for a swim as they take advantage of their vacation time. We borrowed a basketball so Marvin could shoot hoops, and soon he was in the front yard playing kickball with our Jack Russell terrier. We didn’t know Potjie (pronounced Poykey) could push a basketball around with such adroitness!

But our terrier’s need to play, to run and to bounce through the middle of the retention pond across the street is why we enjoy having her around. It’s also one characteristic of children we find so attractive – their amazing abilities to create fun out of a cardboard box or to imagine themselves into other worlds.

I have been guilty of looking at adult playfulness as non-productive, of being passively critical of those who don’t get down to business as quickly as I think they should. After hearing the radio broadcast, I apologized to my husband for not appreciating his “adolescent” need to kid around.

Redefining Play. Last week, I might have told you that I don’t know how to play. By that I would have meant the get-down-on-the-floor, rough-and-tumble kind. By nature I am cautious and tend to think only of the physical injury that type of play could cause.

But now I have re-defined what I considered to be play. Brown suggests that if you want to re-kindle your sense of play, remember what brought pleasure to you as a child. For me, it was the freedom I felt from running barefoot. I ran everywhere in the small town where I grew up and have the scarred knees to show for it. I enjoyed “playing” the piano and singing in harmony with my siblings.

You probably won’t see me running around town as I did when I was ten, but from now I will consider walking at a faster clip not as exercise but as fun. When I’m tempted to finish computer sessions with FreeCell, I’ll play Mendelssohn instead. And I’ll recognize occasions to sing in harmony as fulfilling a personal need to play.

Irresponsible? Playing is not equivalent to irresponsibility. But I suspect your responsibilities will be easier to handle if you take a break once in a while and do “what makes you happy, what transports you beyond a sense of the clock, your schedule, that deadline — beyond time” (Krista’s Journal).

What play activities make you lose sense of time and place? Are they are from your childhood, or are they new discoveries?