I took the kids to get haircuts yesterday.
I took them out to dinner on my own tonight.
I really, really missed them while Brian and I were out of town two weeks ago and couldn’t wait to hear Caroline’s silly stories when we got back.
Tonight at bedtime Andrew asked if he could rub my back and give me pats because he knew I was tired.
I feel like we’re in a sweet spot.
It won’t last long. Caroline’s mood changes with the wind. So she could wake up grumpy tomorrow and stay that way for two weeks. But hopefully she won’t. And we’re going to have to potty train soon. I’m really not looking forward to that.
Andrew starts Kindergarten in the fall and he’s going to change and grow and learn new things and make new friends. He’s so excited and ready for it!
But I want this summer to be a summer about us.
I’ve been hesitant to put the kids in team sports. They’re still so little, but lately I’ve been feeling really guilty that Andrew’s not in soccer yet – just tennis and swimming once a week each. This afternoon he begged not to go to swimming. He just wanted to go home and play at home he said, with me and Caroline too.
Kids need to be at home. They crave it. They need downtime just like we do.
Almost every night at bedtime Caroline reminds me that her family is all here. Mama and Daddy and Andrew and Caroline and my dog Fenway she says. This is our house.
One of the most important jobs we have as mothers is to teach them that we are their family. They’re safe with us and will always be there no matter what the season or struggle. And so this summer, our last before Andrew spends the bulk of his days away from us, I will soak us all up, this amazing little family of mine.