I know they missed me. I know because if they could crawl inside my skin like baby kangaroos, for additional warmth and love, they would.
My small people have maintained physical contact with me since I walked in the door from my eleven days away on book tour (details on THAT coming soon). I have to confess, I love it. There hasn’t been whining and crying and complaining about my time away, but rather, a pure desire to absorb every second we DO have together.
We are focusing on the present AND our presence with each other. It is amazing. They hold my hand, touch my face, snuggle next to me on the couch.
I’m living a mother’s dream. (minus the inevitable jockeying for position and the difficulty I experience trying to shower, cook meals and go to the bathroom with small people attached to my hip) But I happily battle through…you know why? Simple: My small girl’s face the first day I was home when I told her I wasn’t going to work all day. I promised I wouldn’t even open my computer. Her joy was palpable. She danced and giggled. I swear she actually levitated: the thought of my undivided attention made her lighter.
It was a ‘Yes Day’ – I promise to say ‘yes’ to everything I can. And they promise to keep their ‘asks’ reasonable (no, we can’t hop a plane to Disney World, no we aren’t moving to California (yet!) and no, I can’t cancel school for the rest of the year….) Everything else is fair game.
It was Columbus Day, so they were off school. This ‘free day’ was nothing special: to the outside world. It was a park-Chick-fil-A-pumpkin-patch-kind of day. It was friends and laughter and mommy + small people kind of time. It was ‘yes’ to buying small pumpkins, yes to an easy dinner, yes to painting those pumpkins.
It was ‘corny’.
And it was perfect.
I think I need to have a ‘Yes Day’ once a week. It was as good for my soul as it was for theirs….
Have you ever tried a ‘Yes Day’ with your small people? If not, I encourage you to try it.
**Warning… you may have so much fun, they may have so much fun, you might commit to one every week – and that means excessive laughter, breakfast for dinner, double desserts and mis-matched socks**
