It is just an old Army saddle straddling a wooden barrel. Yet, it became the prop for the great imaginings of 7 year old me, my 8 year old friend Jill Rutkin & my younger sister Martha (in the Halloween witch hat.)
"Children take their play seriously," a wise friend told me long ago. It is in our play where we act out the stories that shape our childhood dreams.
What happens to "play" (& dreams) when caregivers enter their work? It may seem irreverent to use a word as frivolous sounding as "play" about the treatment of the sick & wounded.
I know of no better answer to this seeming paradox then the eloquence of Robert Frost from his immortal poem, "Two Tramps in Mudtime."
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes
Is the deed ever truly done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.
Perhaps, it is when we unite work & play that we do our best caregiving – for each other as well as for the patient before us.
-Erie Chapman, III
Snapshot by Erie Chapman, Jr.

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