(The following is a true and accurate account of a conversation I had with my 6-year old daughter yesterday.)
Let me preface this story by reminding you of how introspective and observant my second daughter happens to be. She is naturallty intuitive and pays attention to detail and often times tends to make very unexpected inferences and connections. She is the one that asks me difficult questions like “What are we made of?” “Are we alone in the universe?” “How do you stop making babies?”…
Yesterday, after we dropped off #3 at her drama/music/art class, #2 and #4 accompany me to Starbucks for a much-needed decaf iced cafe mocha. I run into someone I know who I chit-chat briefly with. After we leave Starbucks, here is the conversation that went down…
#2: Who was that you were talking to?
Me: A customer who I used to talk to… but I don’t see her anymore because I’m not in the store as much anymore.
#2: You don’t work anymore because you chose to be with us. You’re home with us all day. You want to be with us.
(Cue the tears starting to well up…)
I proceed to tell her how a lot of mommies don’t have the choice and have to go back to work and leave their children in daycare or with a babysitter. She understood, grabbed my hand, and skipped all the way to the car.
So if you’re wondering why I haven’t updated the blog in awhile, I’ve been preoccupied with the following:
– Pretending to surf in Maui; playing dress-up thirteen times a day; re-enacting the kids’ new favourite story, “The Gruffalo”; building a maze of tunnels out of patio cushions, a sofa, and a coffee table; going for discovery walks where the kids have a list of things to spot (like a scavenger hunt with city items like: graffiti, empty starbucks cup..); losing my voice because of reading books at least 10 times a day complete with complex character voices and sound effects; camping in their new tent; tending to sick kids with an assortment of ailments from headaches to bladder infections to mysterious rashes that disappear within 12 hours; teaching #4 how to be gentle with her baby doll and trying to persuade her not to drag the baby by the feet on the floor (scary foreshadowing…); celebrating birthdays (future post owed to #3 about turning ‘4’); slumber parties with family; watching all 4 of my children nap in my bed one afternoon (I could have blogged during this snooze session but I couldn’t resist curling up on the couch myself); attending countless soccer games and tournaments and makeshift fashion shows and recitals at home; watching the kids with bated breath as they ride their new bikes; witnessing porch/deck/backyard destruction and construction; playing/eating/running/sitting/watching/drawing/writing outdoors; drying off the kids from endless water fights; walking to the market with the kids trying to guess what fruits or veggies will show up this week; laundry 24/7; cooking A meal to give Ever-Patient a slight reprieve from his normal duties; searching for the best playgrounds in the city…the kids still love Withrow Park; partaking in subway adventures and middle school tours with my oldest; trying to convince #4 on a daily basis to wear clothes; trying to convince #3 on a daily basis that she still needs a nap; finding out the sex of the baby; stealing time with Ever-Patient whenever the moment presents itself just to ask, “How are you really?”; buying flowers at the request of #2 “because the house really needs them”; and going to sleep at 9:00pm.
I love blogging and I do it for the love of expressing myself and sharing the events of the day-to-day…but knowing that time and energy are precious commodities, I have to choose to spend it wisely.
(For example…I started this post while the kids were playing nicely, building and decorating homes for their pretend pets, but now they are hungry and have started to annoy each other to get my attention…mission accomplished kids!)