When we speak of our children, we sometimes say, They are of an age. . . indicating that a level has been achieved in which they can be trusted to do something themselves, or when we expect booger and poo jokes to be in full bloom. I have been thinking about the former this week.
It seems I have griped for so many years about feeling put upon, and when I said it immediately felt guilty, for the constant attention from my children. The neediness, the must-keep-an-eye on, the do they need food-liquid-medicine-exercise and moment to moment care required for small children. Now as if by magic, I have had several months of both my children in full time elementary school. I had such grand ambitions at first. All the lists of things I would get done, and try to do. Much of that evaporated for one reason or another. My fault entirely.
But there was also the unexpected loneliness. There was no one to dance or giggle with when I played They Might Be Giants, no one to eat lunch with. It was strange.
This past week has been Christmas vacation. One child has been sick (inevitable) and the other off working with Daddy. I do not know what I expected, but it has been a let down. This morning, for the first time in about eight years, I took a magazine into the bathroom for a sit. I could hear the boys outside watching PBS kids and playing on the floor, being good brothers. I knew I could trust them to answer the phone if needed, not kill each other, or destroy body level objects. I got through much of the thin magazine. I was both surprised and pleased, because I realize the experience would have been dramatically different if I had not had the accompanying sound on the other side of the door. I miss the boys, and having them around is a pleasure- even if the occasional glass of juice still gets upended, toys litter the floor, and a whine for something to eat will arise.
Being a parent is a constant revelation no one ever is instructed on how to appreciate, and the experiences are so personal I am not sure adages and tips ever fully apply. I did not want anything for Christmas that required cash, and told Husband as much. I wanted him to help me figure out the video camera and download mechanisms, I wanted the kitchen ceiling finished, I wanted everyone healthy. What has surprised me is the gift of time and everyday happiness I have. The world can swirl in chaos outside, but for now, I am grateful for just this: my family and our simple stability. They boys may be of many ages at many times, and I dont want to miss any of it. I think it will be all I ever really want.