One of the by-products of the past few months is that I have been spending a lot more time at home. And a lot more time with O. Whilst I wished the circumstances had been different I cannot help but feel grateful for the extra time that it has given me with my son.
Parenting is constantly changing. Everytime you think you’ve cracked it they change, they grow and it sometimes feels like you are back to square one. O seems to be growing up so quickly at the minute and it was lovely to have a few weeks to just be.
We haven’t gone out and painted the town red but we have had lazy mornings with cups of tea and custard creams. We have snuggled on the couch and watched Lightning McQueen. We’ve been to the park, and played footie in the garden. We’ve talked about absolute rubbish, the way that you can with a 3 year old.
We’ve had nowhere to be, but have been together.
Whilst it’s nice to be able to give him presents, toys and days out, these are not the things that make him the happiest. The biggest smiles come when we are playing the “wake up” game, or he’s rolling me off the bed, or even when he’s helping me to wash up.
When I’m at work I know I can be grouchy and short-tempered. In a morning my mind is running through all the things I know I need to do before my first lesson and I’m often distracted. I’m snappy when O is being silly about putting on his pants. All of those everyday stresses have melted away for the past few weeks.
It hasn’t mattered if it’s taken 20 minutes (and the rest) to get O dressed. We’ve had a second, or third cup of tea whilst snuggling in bed. I haven’t rushed O when he has wanted to walk on the raised bumps on the way to the supermarket, and again on the way back out.
We have had the gift of time, and it has been the most precious gift of all.