![]() The same happened when my kids built a magnificent castle out of blocks and I tried to show them how their action figures could live in it, or when I offered to set up soccer goals after I found them playing a pick-up game with friends. ![]() But when I pushed the toy excavator in front of him, my son yowled, “That’s not what I’m doing!” Wouldn’t some more trucks make this game even more fun, I thought to myself. My son contentedly pushed dirt around with his toy dump truck as I watched from afar. Why was I constantly inserting myself in their unstructured play? Every time I tried to facilitate “improved” experiences for my kids in the midst of their own games, it would blow up in my face. ![]() It stuck with me, though, and soon I found her words popping into my head dozens of times each day. Though just a year into my parenting journey, I wasn’t entirely sure I did. I smiled back and half laughed, pretending that I understood what she meant. ![]() ![]() She shrugged and smiled, “Never try to make a happy child happier!” She had tried to replace the drumstick he was gnawing on with a different music maker, causing him to erupt in tears. The best parenting advice I ever received came from a mom whose son went to toddler music class with mine. ![]()
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