Somewhere growing up I started to be ashamed of "play pretend". I remember how much I loved exploring new worlds, but how I had to make sure no one was around before I went to that wonderful place where I could be whoever I wanted. And eventually I stopped altogether. But as a teenager, when the reality of life was much more mundane, I still tried to be creative in so many ways... writing, music, gymnastics, art. I don't think I ever stopped wanting to be back. Now that I'm playing play pretend again, this time as a father, I seem to think that these times of escape are crucial. Aren't they more than happy fun? I now agree with my own father who once taught me that imagination is faith's preschool, a place where be begin to believe that anything can be possible. When we imagine, we teach ourselves to search for hope. When we run into problems, stress and depression, if we have a creative imagination we can experience relief by going to a place in our lives where we foresee our problems having been overcome. And, with that new vision we hope may come true, we start to see more clearly a few solutions to our troubles while we are there. I want my little girls to know that if they have imagined it, it has already come to be. It is making them a woman of faith. I can't wait to go home tonight and play 'princesses' again with them.
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