Friday, March 1, 2013

Why Are We So Afraid of Boredom?

After school today, my youngest begs for a play date. I tell her that's not in the plan. She wants to watch TV. I tell her that's not in the plan.

"What am I supposed to do?" Once again, I remember those words of a great counselor who told me one of the greatest gifts to give a child is the gift of boredom.

(Boredom appears in this blog as a genuine way to begin living with flair.)

But I almost can't do it. It's too hard watching her wandering about, moping. I almost call her friends, turn on a video, or orchestrate some elaborate craft. I almost begin the grand distraction of busy, busy, busy and the frenzy of every-moment-occupied.

"What are we supposed to be doing?" she asks helplessly.

"Well, I'm reading this book. I'm not sure what you're doing."

She wanders. She begs.

Finally--it takes a full 7 minutes--she settles into her own imagination. I'm not sure what's going on in there, but it involves paints and graphing.

It was hard. I did it. I waited and gave the gift of boredom.

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Did someone give you the gift of boredom when you were growing up?




5 comments:

Italian Mama said...

Congratulations for standing your ground!

Elaine said...

Thank you for this post! It led to hours of fun snacking through Luci Swindoll's books looking for a piece she wrote reflecting on her childhood years of boredom and sharing her mother's constant advice to make something with her hands.
My mom went back to work when I was 7 so summers were spent with much "boredom" in which to read and dream, play games with a sister, and make stuff sprinkled with house or yard work.
These days, I don't always recognize boredom for what it is, but I find that if I engage in some creative activity - cooking, crafting, even just taking the time to look about with interest, I come away content.
I'm going now to make something with my hands!

Roberta Rae said...

yes - wonderful way to make her find her own creative outlet; I grew up with no cable, no internet (before the time); rode my bike all over, played with my plastic horses, etc. Boredom is a blessing.

Roberta Rae said...

HA - just read this; be careful of boredom :)

http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/2013/03/03

LivewithFlair said...

So funny!!!