Back To The Sandbox
Oh, for those simpler days when the children were small. It sure didn’t feel easy back then, but taking in the view through our kitchen window in the early evening light, I can’t help but reminisce about blissful times with my babies, before they became: 1) a teenager accelerating down PCH; 2) a sage, but moody adolescent growing an inch every month; and 3) a rambunctious boy who has to squeeze time in between his long school day, homework and bi-weekly soccer practice to shoot hoops and rubber-band guns.
The sight that triggers my nostalgia is not scenic beauty. It is an 8×12-foot rectangle of dirt with a perimeter of rotting wood planks. It is an abandoned, forgotten place that was once a vibrant center of imagination, experimentation, and many of my most magical mommy moments – the sandbox.
Another family might have turned the space into a garden or a small patio by now, or at least used its frame for firewood. I don’t let go that easily.
The sandbox was first recommended by my friend Roseann, director of Little River School, an idyllic preschool/childcare center my eldest daughter attended. She told me that 80% of play time was spent in the school’s large sand yard, and knowing I wanted a play area, not only for my child, but for a RIE toddler play group I was facilitating, she suggested that we create as large a sand area as possible.
The irony of hauling a truckload of sand to our home when the beach is minutes away was not lost on my husband. Still, after a bit of my begging he agreed to put his carpentry skills to work.
The sandbox was an unqualified success.
Our dog Earl kept cats away so that we didn’t need to cover it. In exchange for his sentinel duties he was allowed to bury an occasional bone.
My mother was right (again) about the sand when she promised, “Babies don’t eat more than one handful.”
Spring, summer and fall, the sandbox was the hub for long periods of child-directed, uninterrupted play. There were troughs filled with water from the hose, shovels of all shapes and sizes, rakes, buckets, cups, bowls, trucks, plastic pitchers, pans, rolling pins and potato mashers.
I watched through the window while I worked in the kitchen, or sat in a chair next to the box, observed, soaked up the simple wonder of contentedly playing children and daydreamed. On summer evenings after dinner I relaxed there, often with a glass of wine.
My daughter invented the game “restaurant.” I was always the customer, was given a menu on a piece of bark from which I ordered soups, pastas, and salads concocted out of sticks, leaves, mud, eucalyptus pods and water. When my second daughter was a toddler, she became the waitress, and was always jokingly scolded by the cook (her big sister) for being too slow. We all laughed (especially little sister) as she tried to speed up her waddle through the sand to carry me bowls of leaf pasta with mud sauce.
When my son was old enough, he liked to dig with the biggest shovel he could hold and make a huge mountain. There was a root from the eucalyptus tree that grew through a corner of the sandbox, and he and his sister liked to dig deeply next to it “to China.”
A flood of recent neurological studies confirm play as essential for a child’s cognitive growth, socialization, emotional and physical health, motivation, and love of learning. Sand and water can occupy children for hours, though obviously if you live in the city or have no outdoor space, it is impossible to create a sand area. But a small play oasis for you and your child to enjoy can be created anywhere, even in a corner of a room. Make it:
1) Safe. Infant expert Magda Gerber’s criterion for safety was that if the parent was “locked out” for several hours, the child – though probably upset – would be unhurt.
2) Convenient. Ideally the play area is near to where the parent works or does chores. Sometimes we find that we can move our activities closer to the children’s play area, i.e., have an outdoor table and chair where we read, make lists, have a laptop, etc.
3) A peaceful place with simple toys and objects. When infants and toddlers create their own play with toys, rather than toys playing for them, they play longer, learn more, and enjoy most.
Years after my girls stopped their daily sandbox play, we hosted a creative summer day camp at our home. It was run by my friend Kathleen, who is a theater director, writer, singer and songwriter, oozing with imagination. The children were divided into age groups for the various daily activities like: theater games, painting, stories, and swimming at the neighbor’s pool. I was astounded when I came home at the end of the second day of camp to find the group of Tween girls joyously cavorting with cups and pans of mud in the sandbox. This spontaneous activity was then requested by the girls as part of their daily schedule — they needed their “muffin time” every day.
I was over-the-moon that the sandbox was once again providing magical moments. For me this was proof of the therapeutic value of play, and I wondered – did these girls have enough sandbox opportunities when they were toddlers?
Today’s children — over-scheduled, pressured to achieve, hovered over, and exposed to violent media images at a vulnerable age are at a greater risk for anxiety disorders than previous generations. So, I’m going to postpone demoing the sandbox. You never know when someone might need muffin time.
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Thank you so much for this article. It brought many memories to surface…brought tears to my eyes…the times in the sand were priceless.
Sand is an interesting medium… Think of the tiny zen gardens sold in garden shops with wee little tools for adults to rake the sand during stressful times…the beach and the luxurious miles of sand castle building…by adults and children alike for hours at a time.
I am glad you still have the sand area. Hold on to it for a long time. If every school had sand areas…to rest and relax and dig and measure and pour…we would have more peaceful free time. I love the memory of your Mom, she was so right in the “one mouthful” statement. One has to taste it to “make sure”…
Thank you again for this insightful, gentle, thought provoking site….
Janet, I just received this email from Cassie…I forwarded your article to her and this was her response:
“Mom,
I just got done reading that wonderful article about sandboxes Janet wrote. Those were some great playing memories even for me and for Mercedes and the boys! I remember wonderful long mornings with Charlotte and Sage and Kelsey!!
I hope you are doing well and hope you have a great day. I will see you all in four days. I hope that it sunny out.”
With love
Cassie
That was over 12 years ago….and your article brings back wonderful memories for my children as well!! Thanks again!
So wonderful to hear from Cassie! Thanks for sharing this. Those days and your advice, Roseann, had a huge impact on my life…obviously. Thank you again!
Beautiful piece. Since we only have a patio and patch of grass, and my children are now a bit older, we have moved to a sand and water table but I am thinking that the sand box needs to be filled again for the summer. Even though we too live within walking distance of wide white beaches. Thank you!
I so know how you feel, we are in the process of getting rid of the small treasures that have made our children’s childhood special, most importantly to my heart is the garden swing. I nursed, cuddled, sang, laughed and talked with my children on that swing. If I could bottle it up and take it with me I would.
We have a sandbox as well, it has given them many hours of joy. Too bad Arizona is not really the place for a sandbox, I would love to have one there as well.
Oh gosh, maybe you could bring a piece of the swing with you. But, HA, that idea is coming from a cluttered person, not a tidy one like you! Hmmm. Not good for sandboxes in Arizona? Really?
The Easter bunny stocked our sandbox this year. And it has already served for many hours of fun already. I think we do tend to often complicate things more often than needed..
Just wanted to let you know that I linked to this post in a post on The Mom-tage! Thanks!
Thank you! I’m going to come check you out when I have a moment!
This brought up so many fond memories from my school age group. What we determine as non age appropriate activities for children is an example of how we think about what is best from an adult perspective – not the childs. The kitchen area in my classroom could be perceived as to “young” for school agers by adults. Surprise – they love it. The play stove etc. is still usefull but transformed into an age appropriate play area by leaving the kids to their own devices. It becomes a resteraunt where a cash register is positioned with play money, and a menu with misspelled words. When observing deeper, the children are learning math skills at the toy register, socialation by taking turns being customer and waiter, and literary skills writing menus! I once observed a sandbox being turned into a “beach” wear pirate bounty such as gold coins were buried by the school agers to be dug up as pirate booty. Again, a lesson in comraderie, team work, and growth in the imaginary venue occured in an item that adults might determine age innappropriate for school agers. This story was a perfect example of what can occur in teacher/parent coached versus teacher/parent directed environment. Great story!
Fantastic! This sounds like so much fun, and how lucky your students were to have such a creative-minded, enthusiastic facilitator!
Thanks, Janet. Right now with my two (1 and 4), I feel like it’s not easy. However, with your help, and the wisdom of RIE, I try to slow down and enjoy my children. This is a good reminder to appreciate the now!
Thanks, Ann!
WOW! really a sandbox? How young can they be for it? My son just turned 1, think he’s ready?
Do you think water/sand table gives the same kind of magic when space is limited?
I guess I could just dump a bunch of sand on our apartment balcony lol
I’m really excited by this post, I can’t wait for summer, its been such a hard winter.
Hi Shana! Hmmm… might be tough in an apartment, although I know parents who have put a sandbox on a balcony. I think sand/water tables are certainly better than nothing. Sand and water can keep toddlers occupied for hours and hours… Sorry about the hard winter! We were just in NYC (very busy with relatives, but I thought about contacting you!) and it was really, REALLY cold. But spring and summer with a boy your son’s age should be wonderful! As my mom said, they usually only eat one mouthful of sand…and they’ve had their fill.
send me a line anytime your back in NYC.. I’d love to personally and thank you for all that you do here!
Awww… Shana, thank you!