arts & compassion : week two

. . . c r e a t i v e  p r a c t i c e . . .

For this week’s creative practice, we were asked to write a poem. The prompt included that we could interview a child and this was a no-brainer since my son is just three years old. The story behind my poem begins with me walking into the living room when my son was playing with his LEGOs. Being that he has a lot of dialogue when he plays, especially when he is alone, it’s obvious that he has a very active imagination and loves to pretend. When he noticed I was in the room, he instantly looked at me like I had caught him doing something wrong. I looked ashamed or embarrassed that I heard and saw him passionately pretending. I asked him what he was playing and if I could play too. He quickly began to try and change the focus by asking to go outside. I wondered why he was so embarrassed so I asked if my assumption was correct. He said that he, indeed, was embarrassed. I asked if he could remember that he and I pretend together when we play. He said he didn’t remember us pretending and imagining together. I also included in my questions about how he felt about sharing his playful ideas. He said he likes playing and pretending but doesn’t want anyone to see him. The poem is a summarized version of my response to his answers to the questions that I asked. Overall, I wanted to send the message to him that imagination and pretend play is important and that it shouldn’t stop just because someone is watching. I let him know that his ideas are unique and that his creative mind is wonderful. I included examples of his pretend play that I find he enjoys the most and reminded him of our fun times imagining, pretending, and playing together with each other and friends.

Note: After completing a rough draft of the poem, I decided to re-ink the ribbon in an old typewriter that my Grandmother recently gifted to me. I wanted to type the poem and keep it for my son to later read. Also included below, are a few photos of the recycling center that my son and I made together and the typewriter I used for the poem. 

Enjoy the poem below and as always, kind words and feedback are welcome.

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An Imagination Kept

I noticed that you stopped playing when I entered the room; an embarrassed look appeared upon your face.

I invite you to keep going with your ideas; take your stuffed lamb to the market or fly him to outer-space.

For work involved in pretending is so important for your brain.

Please don’t stop pretending when I step into the frame.

Remember once in the wood-shop when you asked me to build something you’d like?

It was your imagination and ideas that brought your new recycling center to life.

I love that you pretend it’s Christmas in the bath and build snowmen out of modeling soap.

I love that your army men have escaped danger with the help of a yo-yo rope.

I love that everyday after preschool we run to the car, pretending it is an Olympic race.

No matter who tags the car first, there is a big smile upon your face.

I love that under your bed is a space-shuttle and that it heads to the moon after dark.

I love that you play kitchen, pouring sand in various containers at the park.

Be proud of your playful thoughts; claim them; let them be known.

Your young, creative mind will learn no limits; Your imagination can beautifully and wonderfully continue to grow.

My darling, keep pretending. Do not stop for anyone; Even for those entering a room.

For many of us stop imagining and pretending far, far too soon.

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