Our imagination is vital to our ability to parent joyfully.
Imagination dies when our lives become routine.
It withers when we too often choose comfort over change.
It goes undergound when we become trapped in family roles.
It goes stale when we set our up lives to avoid surprises, spontaneity and the unforeseen.
It freezes when we go numb rather than embrace our lives wholeheartedly.
When our imagination is alive, we change seats at the dinner table because the view has gotten tedious. We transform a chore into a shared delight. We convert a missed train connection into an epic family adventure.
Imagination is our ability to sculpt, paint, envision or embellish the promise of a moment. It allows us to turn the ordinary, into an artful expression of life.