Imagination

Sometimes I think my oldest son was born without one. He is smart. Rather than play pretend he would rather do school work. He's always been that way. My youngest can play for hours by himself without a care. His thumbs become people, his socks mountains, and he is off in his own little world. But the big one.. not so much. He's different than me in that respect. Legos have been helping cultivate that in him though. He builds and creates, and then plays. Not for long, the building is more fun for him than the playing. When I see the imagination I try to encourage it subtly. I love that he is a boy who likes to learn and analyze. He so different from me, but he is mine and he brings me joy.