*****DON’T PANIC! This blog post does NOT contain scenes of a romantic or gushy nature*****
I’m not being all soppy. But I do feel like I like my kids a lot more after a few days away with them. We’ve been to Center Parcs with G&G for a few days as we had a bonus Easter holiday week when no-one else was off and the holiday companies didn’t realise. Result. We used to go to CP a lot when they were small as we were rebels and took them out during term time when they were in reception/playgroup. (We weren’t really rebels, we were skint.) It’s a “happy place” for all of us and somewhere that we are guaranteed to have a good time and relax. And we did relax. But I also fell a little bit back in love with my kids. I love my kids, as I mention fairly often on here (I hope not too much, just enough to show that as much as I moan and gripe they are pretty nice really). But, most of the time it’s all about the getting them from A to B and the homework and the feeding of the bottomless pits that are their stomachs. And sometimes, it’s all a bit crap and I feel a bit bleurgh about the whole caboodle.
But in the few days that we were away we actually enjoyed being in each others company.
We chatted. T is always happy to chat when it’s about things he’s into (his reception teachers only complaint about him was that he liked to talk about Lego quite a lot and would not stop until he had finished saying what he wanted to say. And that’s a bad thing?) and now that he is older he actually has some quite interesting stuff to talk about. His latest “thing” is contacting sellers on Amazon to see if they want to send him free stuff to review. He’s created himself a website and (surprisingly, as he’s only just starting out and is only 13) has been pretty successful. He’s had a number of smart watches, fitness bands, outdoor lights (random) and other tech stuff to review (and sell on to family and friends or keep for himself). He was telling me about a vlogger* that he follows who’s a couple of years older than him and who he gets tips from. (Alarm bells did start to ring a bit – Murder Games sprang to mind – but he reassured me that he doesn’t interact with this kid – just watched his vlogs*.) But we don’t always get time to properly chat. At home, I’m working when they come in from school. I do break off for a bit to see if they’ve had a good day, etc etc. and T will often make me a cup of tea but they both generally disappear upstairs for some alone time; then it’s dinner and we talk a bit but often it’s about K’s day or what we need to do that evening or later in the week; then homework ruins the rest of the evening. I sometimes get the chance to read with A (she’s just about still happy to do this) but not every night; and sometimes K and T will watch something on TV together. The chatting and the really finding out what they are into gets a bit overlooked. So it was lovely to sit with my kids and have them chatting to us and to G&G. Grandma asked A to sit next to Grandad one night at dinner as he is a bit hard of hearing these days and misses out on conversation. She chatted all night – almost to the point where he was a little relieved when she needed a bathroom break so that he could give his ears a rest – and it was great.
We still had evenings where we were watching TV and the kids were on their beds with their tablets in hand watching what they watch but we’d spent all day together doing stuff and chatting and just being us so it sort of didn’t matter. They were good to be around and good company. I feel like I have got to know them both again and despite being back at work I still feel pretty relaxed and hopeful that we can keep on with the chats. I don’t suppose we will mange it every day, but maybe I can try and remember how it felt to fall back in love with them and hold on to that next time the first thing one of them says when they come in the door is “what can I have to eat?” rather than “hi mum how are you?”. It’s like a honeymoon phase and it will wear off quite quickly I’m sure. But I will enjoy it while it lasts.