Saturday! Play Day! Happy Play Day, Mommy. Play day, play dough, go play, go, go.
Feeling a little Seuss this morning, apparently. Actually, I am super excited because my family is taking a Do Nothing day today. These days are awesome, they are the best! And it’s been far too long.
The kids are missing Robotics, basketball practice, a party with friends and a study session. Husband and I are missing a party and a church thing. I will do laundry, but only until they wake up. After that, I’m all theirs. No work, no distraction, no phone. No. Phone.
We do this about twice a year. We block a day off on the calendar, say no to everyone and then do something spontaneous. I don’t know what we’re going to do, we decide at breakfast.
We throw our ideas into an old party decorations bucket, after breakfast we’ll lay them out on the table for consideration and voting, unused ideas stay in the bucket to be considered next time.
We’ve been to a glass-blowing demonstration, to a beach, to the city. We’ve walked in the woods, canoed across a lake, stayed home and read quietly by a fire. We’ve played the Game of Things, Cranium and Candyland. We’ve had ice cream and pancakes and sushi. I never know what these days are going to bring, but I know that my family will grow closer today.
Family, in my opinion, is a group of people whom you love, and with whom you have a vault of shared experiences. I tell my kids, “Family are the people you are connected to. Sometimes we are connected by blood, sometimes we are connected by love.”
Strengthen your connections today, Mamma. Just living under the same roof is not enough. It’s just not. I’m sure you, like me, see examples of this every day. So today, or next weekend, or next month, turn off the phone, shut out the outside world and just be you, whatever your “you” looks like.
Family doesn’t happen as much as family is built.
You are the architect, you are the builder, you are the wood.
To give you an idea of how much these days mean to my kids: I found out just yesterday afternoon that today is my basketball-mad teenage son’s team’s last practice. He loves that team. LOVES. He lives for basketball. “Oh no! Tomorrow is your last practice!” I said, in the car on the way home, sincerely distressed that he’d be missing that time. “No,” he replied with a loving smile, “Today was MY last practice. Tomorrow is family time.”
Go, do, Mamma. Make something beautiful.