By: Heather Desmond O’Neill
I love hanging out with my kids.
Just the other day I came home exhausted from work and my little guy (3-years-old) asked me if I wanted to have a tickle party. How could I refuse? We giggled and laughed for 45 minutes. It was the best part of my day.
Last weekend I had to run a few errands and my older son (5-years-old) wanted to tag along. I had a blast conversing with him and appreciating the independence he was exhibiting. He’s growing into such a little man with so much personality …. It was the most fun I’d had running errands in a long time.
Typically after dinner we snuggle up on the couch and alternate who gets to choose a TV show (usually on Disney Junior) to watch. The boys make a big production of setting the pillows on the couch and getting blankets for us to cuddle under. I usually get to sit between the boys and steal kisses on top of their heads. Sometimes I think they are so entranced by the TV that they don’t even notice. But the 30 minutes or so that I get to relax and unwind with them is priceless.
Don’t get me wrong, there are days when I want to pull my hair out and put myself into timeout in a room …. alone …. all alone …. with no little hands pulling at me or asking me a million different questions. But my boys make me laugh and force me to relax and take the time to cherish the little things.
I miss my girlfriends and wish I saw them more often. I love adult time …. and having meaningful conversations with adults. But I love hanging out with my kids and I wouldn’t change that for the world.