My children know better than to tell me they are bored because I usually hand them a toilet scrubber for a super quick and effective boredom buster.
So, recently, after staring at her shoelaces for the better part of a day, my 9 year old asked me where the shovel was. I eyeballed her suspiciously and said “Why?” and she asked me if I thought it would be okay if she dug a pond down at the hen house so the ducks would have a place to swim around.
I thought about it for a few seconds and, since Mr. Smockity is out of town, said, “What do you think Daddy would say?” She said she thought he wouldn’t care, so I said, “Go for it!”
After all, we had been wishing we could buy one of those little wading pools for the ducks, and I even thought I might come across someone wanting to get rid of one, but that never happened.
I figured she couldn’t do much harm. What was the worst that could happen? She would probably go down there for a little while and be back after hollowing out a shallow puddle for them.
But, she had something else in mind.
Before I knew it, there was an entire work crew of Smockities down there and it became a 2 day project.
Now the ducks have a nice place to swim, and everyone who pitched in has a wonderful feeling of accomplishment!
If I hadn’t allowed her to be bored, I doubt she would have ever come up with the idea for this project. If she had a schedule filled with back to back activities she would have never had the time to discover how to keep water contained with sticks and mud.
I guess bored isn’t always bad.