I just had the privilege of spending a week with my parents. When we were kids Dad and Mom took us camping, played games with us, worked puzzles, took us ice skating (or since one my sisters and I didn't have skates - ice sliding...) swimming in the ocean, swimming in a creek, swimming in a pool, hiking and they let us ride our bikes all over creation, play football in the yard, taught us how to shoot a bow, played croquet with us and on and on... it was the 60's and 70's. They took pictures with a camera and the phone was in the house not being answered and what do you know, life still went on. I have are good memories of fun times. I am happy that cell phones weren't in all homes until my girls were older. I am also happy that my mom didn't iron sheets and spend hours folding them so they looked like presents (Mom, I apologize if you did but I just proved my point. Kids don't remember that stuff)
What I love is that she read us books and fed us good food and fixed our cuts and bruises that she allowed us to go outside and acquire.
Goodness, this turned into quite a speech. But seriously it has been on my heart.
Giving someone your attention is an amazing gift.