When they were little, before school, I was at home, most of the day, I made some household chores into play and they preferred the garden for independent play but in the house, lots of time.
Housework suffered but I reasoned, it won't last long. And it didn't last and I don't regret one moment of a bare minimum housework house but hours on train track.
I enjoyed playing, drawing, painting, baking, toys, games, stories, dancing. So did their dad but he did more garden football, park. I am better at racquet sports, so spent hours teaching them swing ball, baby tennis, cricket, badminton rounders in the garden.
Mud swamps, treasure digs, sand pit.
It was fun I miss it.
We chose to bring two children into the world I wasn't going to just leave them to it.
Once youngster became old enough they played together. Big brother was the best thing in the whole world.
I don't know about the long term bonds, they are huge teens now, but they still both love each other more than anyone else in the world, will generally do what I ask, including homework and chores, we all still play games and they can still be playful and enjoy silly fun with their friends, perhaps because they saw us adults at play perhaps it's just who they are, or it was nurtured into them who knows?
For me, selfishly, it was fun, escapism, imaginative, messy, silly. Dad had a long day at work whereas we had made a dinosaur swamp, read in hammocks, had a dance, eaten strawberries and ran through a sprinkler because "the grass needed watering". (Or built future city, created a race track, posted letters to rabbit and bear, created a couple of masterpieces and read on the couch if it was a rainy day).
What's not to love? What would you rather be doing? Housework? Doomscrolling?