There is nothing quilty or sewing related in this post. It’s all family but full of smiles. We played this last year – String Maze and Grandchildren. After I set it up last year, I thought I was too old for it. It’s just not the same when you are in your 30’s vs. a month shy of 60. This year I made it more difficult which meant it took longer to set up (over 2 hours) and was much more difficult for me to maneuver over, under and around. Doable when there was furniture around for me to hold on to as I had to step over strings waist-high or get up off the floor after crawling under them. Not so easy when I was in the middle of the floor with nothing to support me.
The game is simple. Each person starts with the end of a ball of yarn to wind up to the finish where there is a prize.
- Rule #1 this is not a race
- Rule #2 help each other if needed and asked
- Rule # 3 prizes can be opened after everyone is done
It really is difficult to see the complexity of the maze from the pictures. Trust me, it is not for the fainthearted.
Grandpa had the hard part of keeping them all busy while I set up the game. See the face of Grace as I opened the door. No excitement there.
Just when my mind and body had had enough, I discovered this… I wanted to cry.
Another couple of rounds, under, over and through the maze.
Ready . . .
Set . . .
Go . . .
Here are a few pictures of the maze before they all got started.
Here are some pictures while they were playing.
This works with a range of ages (Camden 11, Colson 9, Caiden 7, Noah 7, Grace 6, Christian 5).
Comments I heard:
- “Grandma this is awesome!”
- “This is the best day of my life.”
- “It’s the best day of my life too!”
- “Grandma this is so hard it’s crazy.”
- “I’ve been waiting for this all year.”
- “This totally rocks.”
- Grandma, you’re killing me, this is so hard.”
Needless to say they had fun and Grandma went to bed with pain killers and an ice pack.
It’s been suggested that I make this my last year. Nope, I plan to do this for as long as I can. It’s my motivation to stay in shape, and build memories.
Sore, happy and blessed. On the journey, Jackie
And for next year …