We are in the middle of moving and this week has tilted me completely off center. There’s no morning schedule of coffee then oh-shoot-we-should-be-out-the-door-already. The kids have missed their 2pm chill out time with Peppa Pig and I have missed sitting down for that millisecond between getting someone’s juice and fixing the zipper on someone else’s backpack.
We sat down at dinner tonight and I really sat and looked at this table full of people who are mine. We played the “What was your favorite/least favorite thing you did today?” game. I received the usual answers from the appropriate:
“I liked when we climbed on the bunk beds.”
To the whaaaaat?:
“Daddy does not have a dinosaur. Do circle people have a dinosaur?”
Everyone was still almost sitting so I tried another round of questions with: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
We started off strong with “a make up designer” and then “a monkey!” and then nose-dived with the token answer for everything “poop.”
The table collapsed into giggles and I started to get up and clean plates because there’s no recovering a conversation once bodily functions are brought up, but my daughters words stopped me.
“We need to hold hands boys.”
They gave the appropriate response to a big sister and went to hold her hand, no questions asked.
“There, now we can do more laughing. Laughing is better when you hold someone’s hand.”
I needed to hear that this week and every week that goes by so quickly that I don’t see what’s right in front of me. We need to hold hands and have a good laugh, even if it’s about the lofty goal of floating in someone’s toilet.
The laughter matters just as much as the person next to you echoing it right back.
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