There was no swimming. No picnic. No sunshine. No flip-flops involved. I shoe-shopped with my children, I took them out to lunch, we grocery-shopped. I divided our grocery list into three categories (dairy, produce, other) and we each took a basket and met back at check-out lane two to see how we fared; it was fun and a brilliant parenting moment!
And then, after we got home, I suggested they help me with my photo project from the basement. And seriously, they were SO into it. I took photos from the past twenty years in six bins and put them on the dining room table with about six empty albums and basically let them do their own thing. They each took a photo album and put pictures of themselves in it; some w/Mom or Dad or Grandpa or Grandmother. Katie even suggested that when she’s older she might like to see herself as a “bink”. The hours went by. They were busy. They were helping me and not realizing it. No obnoxious meddling in each others space.
By the end of the evening, they had amassed the evidence which unequivocally points to them being loved by their parents. They felt all warm and fuzzy.
Brilliant x 2.
It can, and will, all go to shit from here. But yesterday was a great day.