The other morning the child and I were hanging out and taking it slow.
I lament her early rising (she’s up by 530a without fail) but the busier she gets the more Im enjoying the fact we *always* have time in the morning to BE.
By way of full disclosure– this was not one of my best mornings.
I was a little tired. A lot distracted (by her stuff. camp stuff. but that made no difference to her.). And a slathering of sad.
As we sat on the floor playing Baltimore’opoly she stopped for a moment, jumped to her feet and grabbed the framed photo above.
Mama I miss this time. We need to take more pictures of you and me smiling. We need more smiling times. We should make smiling times.
It surprised even me my initial reaction was *not* to grow defensive & launch into a long
ass list of all the fun stuffs we’ve done recently.
I heard what she said.
I took what she said at face value and as merely information. Neither good nor bad.
It didnt matter if every.single.second. of her past seven years had been smothered in smiles—-all that mattered was how she felt in that moment.
Another full disclosure?
Ive probably leaned on that poor child a tad too hard over the past five months. It’s not so much Ive turned to her for support—Ive just been very very transparent and honest.
Ive told her how much I miss Austin and each time she patiently responds:
It’s ok. Lets just pretend we are still in Texas. Just think in your head youre still in Texas and you wont miss it.
Shes my tiny Buddha covered in pink.
And, in celebration of that, Im kidnapping her.
We’re heading off to re-find our smiling-time hopefully in a way which is lasting.
To my delight this trip—unlike the last—she has absolutely no idea we’re leaving town.
- Ive packed her carry-on & have her favorite stuffed animal & blankey ready to go.
- My carry-on is packed.
- Ive procured us a BAG FULL of skull beads for on-the-plane necklace making:
- The kitchen is stocked with
frozen pizzahealthy snacks to satiate the Husband till we return.
Im snagging her from school tomorrow & we are off to the airport.
To a place where appropriate attire is this (except the elder will don a shirt) and which rhymes with SCHMANAHEIM:
She’s been this for years:
It’s time she finally sees her (finger-quote) homeland (unFQ)!
- Have you been to the place which rhymes with Schmanaheim? Any must do/must see tips for our less than 48 hour whirlwind tour?
Im not bringing the laptop but shall be unable to resist instagram’ing Im sure. This trip has been seven years in the making and, while shortshort, I plan to photodocument the whole shebang.