JUST PLAYING
A poem by Anita Wadley
When I’m building in the block room, please don’t say I’m “Just Playing.” For, you see, I’m learning as I play about balance and shapes. Who knows, I may be an architect someday.
When I’m getting all dressed up, setting the table, caring for the babies, don’t get the idea I’m “Just Playing.” For, you see, I’m learning as I play; I may be a mother or father someday.
When you see me sitting in a chair, reading to an imaginary audience, please don’t laugh and think I’m “Just Playing.” For, you see, I’m learning as I play; I may be a teacher someday.
When you see me combing the bushes for bugs, or packing my pockets with choice things I find, don’t pass it off as “Just Play.” For, you see, I’m learning as I play; I may be a scientist someday.
When you see me engrossed in a puzzle or some “plaything” at my school, please don’t feel the time is wasted. For, you see, I’m learning as I play. I’m learning to solve problems and concentrate; I may be in business someday.
When you see me cooking or tasting food, please don’t think that because I enjoy it, it is “Just Play.” For, you see, I’m learning to follow directions and see differences; I may be a cook someday.
When you see me learning to skip, hop, run and move my body, please don’t say I’m “Just Playing.” For, you see, I’m learning as I play; I’m learning how my body works; I may be a doctor, nurse or athlete someday.
When you asked me what I’ve done at school today, and I say “I just played,” please don’t misunderstand me. For, you see, I’m learning as I play; I’m learning to enjoy and be successful in my work; I’m preparing for tomorrow.