Just another evening

They looked so sweet banging together matchbox cars and making a loud ruckus that not all the shushing in the world could keep quiet.  But I only glanced up in between words from the game on my phone.  Mat, head, sad, man, bed.  Oh, look, I got honey.  I’m pretty pathetic for a writer and a holder of a bachelor degree in English.  Then the murmur of how those loud boys should leave the room because she can’t hear anything, which might have more to do with her seventy-four year old ears than the loudness of the boys.  It seemed unfair to me because where would they go.  They want to go outside, but they can’t go alone because there’s an ungated pool out there and Evan still had a minor issue with dogs even if this one had one foot in the grave and the other on the banana peel, which meant she worried more about that than playing with some puppies, even if they played her favorite game of soccer.  Go ask your-.

What am I doing?  I’m their mother.  They’re my boys.  They will only be this age once, and one day they won’t ask me to play with them.  They won’t want me to play with them.  How will I feel then?  How will i feel when I look back and see that a stupid video game was more important?  What will they remember?  Today they want ME to play with them.  They want ME to go outside with them.  Besides don’t I need to lose a few pounds, get some fresh air, teach them to kick a ball correctly because I forgot to sign them up for sports class again.

Come on, guys.  Grab the ball.  Put on your shoes.  We have rosebuds to gather as we may.

We danced outside, chasing the ball, kicking the ball, dodging the ball.  We ran, jumped, hopped, walked.  I tackled Evan to give Sean a chance, teaching him to take turns as I tickled him without mercy.  I taught them to ring around a rosey and to find shapes in the clouds.  They figured out it was hilarious to watch Mommy try to get a ball out of a pool without a net. 

I didn’t care if I missed my game or that no one else joined us.  They were my boys, and I wouldn’t miss this for the world.

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10 Responses to “Just another evening”

  1. insider53 Says:

    The nice thing about video games is you can always come back to it later, after everyone is asleep. Enjoy the playtime because your right it doesn’t last long.

  2. sunnymom Says:

    That is the right attitude to have. Last night the power was out at my house for 2 hours so instead of telling Tooters not to do this and not to do that we decided to take a hot bath by candle light. This thrilled her to death. We had to get all the mud off some how after playing in the puddles in the backyard. It was so nice to just act like a big kid with her and get dirty. I just wonder what kind of stories she will be telling her kids. I just hope she paints a nice picture and not a crazy one since our house tends to be that way lol.

  3. KathyB! Says:

    You are a wise, wise woman faemom 🙂

  4. Country-Fried Mama Says:

    I have to remind myself of this a dozen times a day. It is so easy to believe life will always be as it is now, even as we watch our kids grow and change so quickly.

  5. faemom Says:

    insider~ So true. Besides video games were meant to kill boredom, not playtime.
    sunny~ You’re an awesome mom, and the great thing about childhood memories is that most of the time they are rose-colored.
    KathyB!~ I’m trying. At least it added 3,000 steps. 🙂
    CFM~ I know! Doesn’t it feel like you’re always one step behind in everything that needs to be done right now?
    Evenshine~ Thank you.

  6. Gibby Says:

    Good for you, Fae! My kids are upstairs trying to get ready for bed and I keep telling them I’ll be right there. I’m logging off now to read them some stories…thanks. 🙂

  7. faemom Says:

    Just doing my job. One day they’ll be up later than you reading books when they told you they would just finish this one chapter.

  8. Zeemaid Says:

    good for you! Sometimes it’s hard to stop and smell the roses er play with the kids. Sometimes all we want to do is take a little time for ourselves but you’re right. Ten years from now when we have plenty of time on our hands we’ll be missing them. I already miss my babies as babies. sigh.

  9. faemom Says:

    Oh, I miss having babies so much I’m starting to dream about taking care of them. Hmmm, I wonder if it’s a sign.


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