What is real fun?

A three-year-old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.

– Bill Vaughan

Last week I met with a new family in my office. It was a couple that adopted an eighteen month-old boy from a Russian orphanage, where the boy had spent most of his life.

I always admire and greatly appreciate people who have the courage and big heart to adopt children. It must be so difficult: sudden transition of becoming a parent, lack of knowledge of the health history of the child in most cases, cultural background and conditions the child used to live in that affect him physically and emotionally

I salute these families, but my thoughts today concern the boy.

This was an absolutely adorable, happy, pleasant boy. More than that: he was very patient. One can imagine that given the situation, I spent a long time talking with the new parents. At the same time, I was watching the boy. He kept himself busy all the time. Most of the time he played with the table paper, crawling under it, covering his head with it, tearing it into peaces, and playing with them. It was amazing how creative this child was.

In his misfortunate past he probably wasn’t exposed to a great deal of attention and expensive, sophisticated toys, but he learned how to entertain himself.

Is it something our more fortunate children miss? Really, how can you be creative with some electronic toys when some very creative engineers already invested their time and knowledge into them?

Of course, we want the best for our children. Does it mean they need the toys the other kids have? The newest toys on the market?

Or do we need to teach them to be creative and happy as then they will not depend on circumstances, companies and other people entertaining them?

Just a thought…

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