If I could give parents of more than one child a single piece of advice, it would be to take the time for one-on-one interaction with your kids.
I agree with a blog I read recently about the concept going on dates with your kids being kind of silly. You are the parent, always. You should be interacting with your kids on a regular basis. There is no need to set them up to expecting a fancy “date” when they go places with you.
A trip to the grocery store works just fine.
Running to the library is a great opportunity.
Walking around the block fills the need.
The need to have you all to themselves.
Caitlyn grabs that time as much as possible. She begs and pleads to go with me anywhere, anywhere at all. And once she gets me, she schemes for more time by suggesting additional errands, often saying “I don’t care what we do. I just want time with you.”
How could I not bow to that?
Sue doesn’t seem to capture that time as often. She gets engrossed in her playing or TV watching and doesn’t notice when I am gone. But suddenly, she’ll notice. She’ll start asking, “Can I have time with just you?”
Today is one of the times she got her yes.
She got her oh so glamorous trip to the grocery store.
Thing is, for her, everything is glamorous. Everything she does gets a sprinkle of magic.
She has this amazing spunk and sparkle I often forget. Sue and I clash. Often. I get mired down in my frustration and angst that she is not maturing like Caitlyn.
Tonight, all that fell away.
Tonight the shimmer was there in big rainbows of glitter.
I giggled as she tried to push the cart that is a great deal taller than her. And once again when she waved hi to the sensor that opens the store doors. She decided a few weeks ago that those are cameras and she is on TV so she throws her arm over her head and waves while yelling, “HI!!” Everybody, even the grumpiest of customers, is smiling by the time they get next to her.
She dances through life.
Tonight she was doing ballet moves down the aisle, until I said, “honey be careful, you don’t want to hit anybody.” So she climbed onto the edge of the cart and modified her dance. Once she gets to dancing, she just can’t contain it.
Her joy about did her in when I let her tell the lady at the deli counter that we wanted fried chicken. Ten piece bucket.
As we waited I looked into her face. With her slightly pink cheeks and a new crop of freckles, seeing her dancing blue eyes.
She has eyes that are going to drive the boys crazy. They are just this amazing crystal blue. Reminds me of Tom Cruises’, and one of my cousins’ eyes.
Those eyes catch all the bright and beautiful.
The store is kind enough to put the bright, pretty girl clothes right on the aisle as you head to the checkout. On cue, she was lost in a sea of vibrant colors. Only her little flip flop clad feet peaking out from underneath. She kept walking through each rack saying, “This is fashion. Oh, this is not fashion.” Practical mommy kept saying, “baby, we’re not buying any clothes today.” “Oh, I know. I’m just looking to see what is fashion.” And mommy wanted so much to buy her a dress she does NOT need.
We got to the checkout and shockingly she still had her little wallet. She studied all the candy as we waited for our turn and I scrolled through my coupons, finally settling on a York Peppermint Patty…on sale. That’s my girl.
With her self purchased York Peppermint Patty.
And just too much fun…She loves to have her picture taken!
I am so glad she begged for her time. I am so glad we took her time. And spread some sparkle.Survive til you Thrive!