I don’t spend much time away from my girls. Occasionally I’ll slip away to the grocery store while they’re home with Daddy, and Miss Jenny has been coming two or three afternoons a month to hang out with the girls for a couple of hours… but probably 95% of their waking hours, we are together.
Usually my “time off” is pretty measured. I don’t have to speed walk through the aisles of the grocery store, but it’s far from a leisurely afternoon. I often find myself thinking, “I wish I had an extra 30 minutes to browse through the craft store,” or, “I wonder if Hubby would smell coffee on my breath if I stopped for a quick cup.” I could always blame it on impossibly long check-out lines and price checks, right?
It’s not that I don’t love spending time with my girlies, but “alone time” is so very precious.
It’s such a break to be able to really sort through the pineapples for the very best one, instead of grabbing the one on top. The girls are relatively well-behaved shoppers, but “browsers”, they’re far from being. Certainly I could take them to the coffee shop, but I’d be doling out bites of a muffin and making sure they held their cups of milk straight and sat facing the table…no perusing a magazine in a comfy lounge chair by the fireplace.
Last week I had a quick grocery store run to make, and the girls stayed home with Daddy. I didn’t have many things on my list, but it was the day before the July 4th holiday, and I feared the store would be pretty nutty.
I made it through my grocery list without incident – proud to have scored The Perfect Pineapple – and I was in the check-out line. In the line next to me there was a mom shopping with a little girl, who looked about three years old. The mom was chatting with the little girl, and then the older lady behind them joined their conversation.
Suddenly I had this pang…”I wish my girls were here!” I wanted to be having an engaging conversation with them! I wanted the nice older lady to talk to us, too!
And then, on the way home, I was listening to the radio. Our very favorite song, “Hey, Soul Sister”, came on. And I had another pang as I sang every word. The girls love this song! It doesn’t feel right to be singing it without them!
It’s not that I’m considering limiting my “alone time”…no, I definitely need a little dose of that from time to time. And I’ll gladly take a solo trip to the craft store any day.
But this little experience was a very sweet reminder for me. Even though I occasionally scream to myself, “I NEED A BREAK!”…and even in the immediate afterglow of finding The Perfect Pineapple…I so enjoy being with my baby girls.