We’ve somehow convinced ourselves that every minute of a child’s life needs purpose, structure, and achievement. Soccer practice, Mandarin tutoring, coding camp, piano lessons — all before dinner. The humble act of “just playing” has been rebranded as lazy, unproductive, or even dangerous. But here’s the truth: play is not wasted time — it’s the original classroom.

Playgrounds are supposed to be kid paradises — places to run, climb, fall, and laugh. But for many parents, they become helicopter control towers. We stand three feet away, narrating every move: “Hold on tight! Careful! That’s slippery! Wave to Grandma!”