If you are a parent you would have experienced taking your child to the playground. I think they are brilliant resource for everyone to use and here is why.
They get you out the house and get you away from the four walls or watching too much tv.
Playgrounds are a great way of getting a change of scenery and be surrounded by green. Sometimes, just getting away from the same places is a blessing in disguise.
If there is one thing I love more then anything in the world as a parent is finding fun things to do with my child that are free because let’s face it children come with a bloody big price tag, especially when they hit school. So, if I can save some money somewhere then going to the playground is one. Plus it helps with keeping children entertained and stop complaining for awhile that they are a bored.
Playgrounds are great for exercise, playing chase, walking or even pushing a child on the swing all contributes to keeping you active.
Going to the playground allows you to blow some cobwebs of and get some much needed fresh air. It also provides a mental boost, and helps clear your head. It really is amazing such a small and simple activity can have a huge impact on making you feel less crap and giving you the change to think more clearer.
Visiting a playground outdoors gives the child the opportunity to get vitamin D from being out in the fresh air and help build strength in their bones.
Playgrounds encourage free play, where the child decides what they want to do, they can even make up their own games or use their imagination on the playground apparatus. This next point coincides with the above one in the fact that a child can test out there communional skills with socialising with other children at the playground. Therefore possibility of working together to establish what they want to do. There is also the positive effect of finding a person to share the enjoyment of play with someone who has similar interests in what they like to do in the playground.
Cheers for reading X
The people of Wayfair went on the hunt to find out what home is for people. This is what Wayfair did:
We hit the streets of London over the Easter weekend equipped with an armchair and a microphone to find out what home really means to us! The findings were both insightful and heartwarming, exposing that our homes are much more than just buildings or places, they are family, comfort, inspiration, happiness and much more. Not only that, but we spoke to a further 400 recipients across the UK & found that over 71% of people coined the sofa as the most important item of furniture in their home, placing the importance on socializing and making use of communal spaces (or being couch potatoes if you look at it another way!)
Wayfair are doing a campaign on ‘What is Home?’ and for me personally home is not necessarily the physical things but the meaning associated with home. It is safety where when I close the front door I can come into my home and feel less judged.
You see I am autistic and I struggle going out in the outside world, so knowing I have a place where I can relax and not have to put on a mask is comforting. It makes me feel less anxious especially after a hard day, I can come home to my family and just be me without the fear of being judged.
Home is a place where I don’t have to be agitated or on guard, I can kick back on the sofa and just be. Enjoying the calm moments of reading a book with a blanket whilst my two boys are playing next door together with their Lego.
It feels like home because I am a mum and I provide all the needs for my children where they can fun but also develop as children. Where they will hold the memories for years of all the happy times of their childhood.
It is times when we lounge on a Sunday as a family scrawled out whilst watching Big Heads and rooting for King Henry VIII over Donald Trump.
Home is where we get excited about the small things we can do together as a family like watching a sunset or have Sunday dinner and discussing why mummy is called poopoo, while the boys are in hysterics over the hilariousness of it all.
What does home mean to you? What ideas stir up when you think of home?
Cheers for reading X
One of my favourite times of year is spring/summer in the early evening, where the sun goes low and everything appears quite. I love to open my back door and feel the air breeze linger in, giving the my living room that fresh feel.
I associate it with a fond childhood memory of when I was a little girl spending the evening at my grandparents back garden whilst Coronation Street was blasting away in the evening and the back garden was free to roam.
We used to run around and feel like wild animals in the long grass and trees shaded at the back. I also have a vivid memory of the tall tree standing sole and saw the crisp green of the leaves shining down the sun was high.
The dirt felt good in your hands and everything felt so free, there was no worries just the simple enjoyment of being outside and not wanting to come in.
Me and my siblings raced around in and out of the dried out clothes hanging on the line, laughter was dominated and the days felt so long.
I helped my nanny get the washing down from the line and fold it away in the basket. Maybe, that is I don’t find hanging washing on the line a chore but more of a pleasure and I do for relaxation.
I always remember hearing the man with his tune of his van stop for my nanny to buy goods such as bananas. Or the way the sun leaked into the nettings, Oh the memory is still strong.
I feel more calm in the early evening, when the light is low and everything feels like it is on a break until the morning where the work gets picked up and started again.
These are the simple memories we hold and so funny how we associate a lot of our childhood to things we can enjoy now.
Cheers for reading X