These days I am almost never bored, except when I am trying to avoid something I need to do, or when I am struck with existential boredom. But in the press of daily life, there is always something I want to be doing, along with so much I need to be doing.
I remember, though, being bored as a child. I can't paint a sensory picture of it, but I recall there being nothing to do and nobody to do it with, or at least nothing I hadn't done a zillion times already. It's not a painful memory; boredom didn't drive me to despair, but, alas, neither did it drive me to great feats of creativity. It just was.
When my children sulk around doing nothing, I first try to engage them. "Why don't you call so-and-so?" I suggest. Or "How about reading a book? Playing a game? Doing an art project?" If they resist, sulkily, as often they do, I move from pushy to annoyed. It's less the boredom that annoys me and more the attitude that accompanies it, the whininess, the negativity, the morose faces.
The fact of the matter is: I am not a very fun mom. I do not want to interrupt what I'm doing to entertain them; I just want them to be entertained (plus, I do not believe it is the job of mothers to entertain their children).
But the other fact of the matter is: it's fine for them to be bored. Indeed, if they ignore my suggestions, and I give up on them, they usually eventually find something to do (at least the younger one does; for the older one, boredom crosses with teen attitude, and usually leads us into big fights, which then eventually lead to apologies, positive interaction, and something to do). Even if they don't find something to do, what happens? They're bored. End of the world? I think not. I survived it. And, who knows, maybe they will surpass their mother, as they do in so many ways, and be driven to great feats of creativity!
The real problem here, as always, and the real thing I can control, is not their boredom, but my attitude and approach. If I let their boredom annoy me, we end up in catastrophe, but if I just let them do their bored thing, and go on my merry way, eventually they find their merry ways, or they don't. Which is fine too.