Imagination Garage {Guest Post with the Mahlke Chronicles}

Good things come out of Instagram. Like insta-stalking fellow bloggers and harassing them over email to guest post with you…or so I’ve heard. 

I’m pleased to introduce this guest post from fellow insta-mom, Angie. Angie is a SAHM of two little boys. She resides in teeny tiny town in rural Minnesota, where she spends most of her days wiping butts, cleaning, entertaining rambunctious, fickle, stubborn kids. In the off-chance she has some spare time, she likes to sew for her etsy shop, Baby and You Handmade; blog; squeeze in a few pages of a book here and there; and watch loads of mindless TV. Oh, and take about a bazillion pictures of the rambunctious, fickle, stubborn kids noted above, and then post them on Instagram.


“Your imagination is your preview of life’s coming attractions.”

-Albert Einstein

The other day my four-year-old was playing doctor and I was his patient. He scoured every crevice on my body with a flashlight. When I asked him what he found in my ears, he simply replied, your imagination, and continued his swift inspection of my body. I laughed because his answer was so far from what I expecting. Wax, definitely; a bug, maybe; a vehicle of some sort, probably. But imagination? Uh, no. So I asked him if my ears were like a garage then–an imagination garage. Without missing a beat in his pretend play as Doctor Spencer, he simply reaffirmed my label. And that was that. He bandaged up my owies with fake Band-Aids (translation: dried baby wipes he found discarded on his bedroom floor since he and his brother insist on pulling wipe after wipe out of the container) and sent me on my way with a clean bill of health.



Kids and their imaginations fascinate me. I often watch my boys play with a sense of wonderment. When did we lose the ability to see a random object for something other than its intended purpose? A box holds so many treasures, so many potential hours of fun for kids. Yet our inclination is to break it down and toss it in with the recycling.

I like Spencer’s idea of our imaginations being a tangible thing, as if it could really be housed in a garage and then scanned through later for future reference. Like: It’s a boring Tuesday afternoon at home, let’s go check out what’s stored in the Imagination Garage for something fun to do. I suppose our imaginations aren’t too unlike that, really, if you think about it. When we imagine things, we are tapping into some place rooted within the history of our lives. Whether these things are completely unique or more believable, they stem from something we’ve seen or heard or watched, and then we put our own spin on them. So, in a way, we do possess the ability to have functional imagination garages. We’re just out of practice maneuvering around inside them.

I know I’m guilty of possessing a cobwebby imagination garage. Sometimes the idea of chugging a choo-choo around the circle eight train track one more time, pretending we’re delivering big loads, sounds as exciting as doing laundry. Or worse yet: I’d rather be doing laundry. Pretend play can be painful at times, and I often find myself preoccupied with my mental checklist and clock-watching. One hour and ten minutes until Dave is home. Then I can do this and that and this and that. The cluttered nonsense in my own mind that distracts me from enjoying the very moment I’m in is exhausting. And that exhaustion prevents me from tapping into the imagination from my youth, one I know was quite healthy once upon a time. My favorite moments are the times I put everything aside and simply exist in the now, my imagination oozing out of my ears (since, you know, that’s where mine is stored, after all. Just ask Doctor Spencer). 

Oh, speaking of Doctor Spencer, I hear him calling for his next victim, err, patient. Oh wait, he and Ashton are now done playing doctor and have moved on to sword-fighting pirates. Arrrrgh, Matey, that’s my cue to shelve the dribble in my brain and delve into my imagination garage. Yo ho, mateys away!



Find Angie at the Mahlke Chronicles

You can find my IMAGINATION post here

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