Tuesday, January 13, 2009

needy

I have had two occasions this week - one per kid - to both treat my children as the big kids they're becoming yet also relive my early mom days, and they were beautifully bittersweet times.

Mason stayed the night at a friend's house Saturday. Wait, let me rephrase: Mason stayed awake playing video games at a friend's house until 3 a.m. Sunday. I wasn't privy to the time of [not] going to bed until we were sharing lunch at Panera after church, when my boy was trying to talk me into "doing something fun" later that afternoon. I suggested instead that he have some quiet time when we got home, which Mason assumed was a silly mom-bluff until we arrived home and I actually escorted him to his room. So we ended up having a very cool pre-teen kid & mom candid talk (there was a brief conversation of how chicken eggs get fertilized) followed by an equally cool [to me] baby boy & mom cozy nap, complete with heavy covers and stuffed animals.

Then today, Paige handled herself like a mature young lady when I called to let her know I would be late getting home. And when working through her homework & eating dinner, it was as though I was engaging with her 19-year-old confident & capable self back from the future. But later, she announced her 8-year-old excitement about the upcoming Movie Night showing Kung Fu Panda, where everyone would wear pajamas and bring blankets - only to be reminded that she will be at her grandpa's this Friday night. My darling girl dissolved into heartbreaking tears; no whining or yelling or even protesting, really, just complete, draining sadness that she will miss this fun time with friends. I pulled her into my lap and rocked her, smoothed her hair, said nothing but "I'm sorry." It didn't matter to her that Fountains of Wayne are only in town on Friday and her mother is a borderline groupie/stalker; it didn't matter that she's already seen Kung Fu Panda twice; it didn't matter that the cafeteria floor is hard, sticky, and uncomfortable even with pajamas and a blanket. All that mattered was her plans were dashed. But I like to think that holding her like my baby girl again made things a little better.

13 comments:

Shana said...

Bittersweet, indeed.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

What nice moments.

Nora said...

How lovely. Both.

Danielle said...

I love a nice cozy snuggle nap with kids. Awesome indeed, both of those wonderful moments.

Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

Does it help that the movie was postponed? I hope so. :)

(We've had our share of 3 am sleepovers and the aftermath. I am not a fan.)

Jen on the Edge said...

I wish my 8 y.o. would show some maturity, even for just one single minute.

brandy101 said...

awww

Looking forward to your FOW review!

EatPlayLove said...

very sweet. my 5 year old just had a melt down yesterday when I was trying to clean her newly pierced ears. apparently she was emotional. scared of the teen years.

Hairline Fracture said...

Those kind of moments are golden.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Oh. You're doing it just right. I took notes.

Texan Mama @ Who Put Me In Charge said...

oh ho ho I am so there with ya. They want to grow up, but also want their safe, familiar immature side too.

Why can't we just put them in a squasher-downer machine and keep them little forever?

JCK said...

These are the mom moments that stay with you. To treasure, indeed.

Suzanne said...

Bittersweet is the theme at my house right now, too. *sigh* Dumb, stupid time... just chugging along like it doesn't hear me asking it to stop for a minute.

(I also love naps with the kiddies. Love it.)

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