The NFO was away for weekend a few days ago so I was a bit more present in parenting than usual.
I like to think I am generally pretty good, but you know…
Anyway, while on the job (or at least on point), I really took notice of some of the beautiful things that my kids do, particularly in playing with each other.
I know those moments will soon be gone so, as we are encroaching upon Thanksgiving, I figured I’d document them
- how all three of them can play in the bathtub for as long as we let them
- how they build forts out of mattresses and pillows
- how they line up in towels after they get out of the bath and make a Choo Choo train, dropping off each kid in their room to change into pajamas
- how they can play tea party all together with American Girl dolls…yes, even Paco
- how they aren’t embarrassed being naked around each other
- how they love it when I chase them up the stairs
- how we all get together and read the Berenstain Bears books (or any one of a number of others) and we’re all snugging together, listening intently while we do it
- how beautifully they sing with each other
- how they help each other out (most of the time)
- Yep, I’m tearing up a bit now
- how they love asking questions
- how they are so imaginative with the Playmobil sets
- how they are so thrilled to learn new games like chess and backgammon
- how excited they get about dessert
- how much fun I have when they are so excited about things like football cards, Disney princess underwear, and having a butterfly or Dora band-aid
- and how I never thought I could love or care so much about someone else’s future
This parenting thing is a crazy ride indeed.
I guess that one of the reasons I blog is because, just in case they want to, at least I know they’ll have the chance to go back and find out who I was when they first started to know me.