As a kid I loved using my imagination. I loved playing with my barbies and doing things like creating cool cardboard houses for them. I loved doing stuff like playing “school” with my friends. Some of my favorite childhood memories are of times when I just let my imagination run wild.

So imagine my surprise that one of my least favorite things to do with my own child is imaginative play.

Take her out to a new-to-us playground? YES!

Have to play dress up for the millionth time while she dictates to me exactly what she wants me to do? Not my favorite.

Head to the pet store after picking her up from daycare to say hi to the dogs in doggy day care and the kittens? YES!

Play “picnic” on her bed with her stuffed animals? Not my favorite.

Have a super fun dance party in the middle of the living room? YES!

Play pretend with the dolls in her dollhouse? Not my favorite.

Read her books from her awesome, growing book collection? YES!

Make her farm animals talk to each other? Not my favorite.

Go for a walk outside together, looking for flowers and other fun things? YES!

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love watching her engage in imaginative play. It’s just my own personal momfession that I don’t find it very stimulating. I’m quick to say, “let’s do this instead!” and am lucky that my husband actually really enjoys playing pretend with her. Just the other day I came home from running an errand to discover that she dressed him up in her dress up clothes and dubbed him a prince. I honestly do feel guilty that I don’t like this kind of play but I hope I make up for it in other ways – like always taking her on fun outside-of-the-house adventures and teaching her how to do arts & crafts.

Silly girl! I might not enjoy playing dress up but at least I know how to make her (and her stuffed animals) cute tutus. That counts, right?

Silly girl! I might not enjoy playing dress up but at least I know how to make her (and her stuffed animals) cute tutus. That counts, right?

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