Saturday morning as Craig and I attempted to breakdown our September to October schedules with three trips and counting, sports for Kayla,and all of the other little things that creep their way in (hello birthday parties!) I quite dramatically threw my head back against the couch in defeat and said NOPE! No thank you. Today can we please do nothing?
Nothing at all…woohoo. Bruno Mars style of course. But in all seriousness, there is something to be said for doing nothing. Do you ever feel like it’s just go go go, all day long? And the guilt of kicking back and doing nothing. Oh the horror. It gets me. Sometimes I feel so guilty.
WHY do I feel guilty about taking it easy? Is it an American thing? Is it a times have changed thing? Is it a ME thing and I’m totally alone in this? These days I look back to all the places my parents took us to as kids. The aquarium, the beach, the zoo, sports games. It was wonderful.
What stands out the most though? The hours of unscheduled, we-grown-ups-have-nothing-to-add-to-this imaginative play between my three sisters and I. My favorite memories are of us playing house, house boat, Florida (aka going to Disney World) and school.
We laughed, we conspired, we
probably definitely tortured each other a bit in the process too but we were sisters and if nothing else we were fulfilling the reason I imagine our parents had so many of us. So we could enjoy the irreplaceable company of siblings.
For a good 4 hours on a sunny Saturday I let my mom guilt about having to do SOMETHING completely melt away and we did a whole lot of nothing. Which of course was the best thing ever. Despite their 5+ year age gap, Kayla and Blake threw pillows around, made messes, cuddled, climbed one another, collaboratively constructed things and wound up in a spitting contest. Because kids. Amazing, silly kids. A good reminder that it doesn’t make you a bad mother to just let them be kids. It actually makes you an awesome one.