I went for a walk with my taller-than-me-now baby last night. After bedtime, but I didn’t care. I had been gone for two days and had listened to the news about Jennifer Riordan all the way home. I needed to reconnect and it didn’t matter how late it was. When he asked to go for a walk, I jumped at the chance.
This is my only kiddo who does this. The let’s-go-outside-and-move-together thing. He talks more when he’s moving and, as he’s my least talkative, that’s a good thing.
My Girlio likes to snuggle on the sofa and watch Downton Abbey reruns, or read a book together. When she needs to “talk” she’ll write me a note in the journal we share and leave it on my pillow. And then I write back. Did I tell you about the time when, at something like nine years old, she scrawled, “I am mad at you” on half a sheet of paper and taped it to my door? (Ah-ha moment: this one expresses herself in writing.) We started our journal shortly after that.
Eldest likes to call and discuss one topic at a time. Very businesslike, except that it’s often his heart that we are talking about, so don’t be fooled by the just-the-facts-ma’am attitude. And he loves to be fed. Make food for this one and he knows he is loved. I brought him a from-scratch cheesecake at college once. Met him at the door of his dorm, gave him a hug and a smile, handed over the cheesecake and drove away. Crazy, yes, but he loved it.
How do you connect with your kiddos? Have you figured out their “languages” yet?
They each need mothering in a different way. It’d be easier if they were all the same, but it’s richer this way. More work, yes, but also more special for each of them, and isn’t that what this is all about?
Enjoy your upcoming weekend, Mommy. This is the good stuff. This is, in my opinion, the best that life has to offer. Dive in. Be there! Bless Ms. Riordan and her family for the painful reminder that time is fleeting, and reconnect with your precious, precious family.