It kills you to see them grow up.  But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.
~ Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

My turn as the good guy


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Published February 18, 2009 @ 15:59 by Tania in Around the House, Family and Friends, Loving Daddy

Son One is out in the car. Apparently he is angry with his father. I am surprisingly OK with that, given that it is usually me who faces the wrath of our children.

This year I have decided to be easier on my kids, and try to be more fun. Daddy is always the fun one, but I am realizing how quickly they grow up, and how little certain things matter. Like laundry. A clean house. And well planned playdates.

I used to organize playdates weeks in advance, and ensure that the house was very respectable looking before anyone stepped inside. Then I realized that we were never going to have anyone over if I had to clean the house first. Most kids don't judge you by the neatness of your home, and I've realized that my real friends come to see me, not my house.

Along with scheduling our kids for less, I have been more easy going about playdates. You want to take my child home after school? Sure - just let me know when I need to pick him up! At our house we are developing a more open door policy as well. I want my children's friends to feel welcome and comfortable coming here - more casual, less of a production.

Yesterday after school, one of Son One's friends asked if he could come over. Instead of saying, "no" or "I'll call you mom and plan something for anther day" I said, "Fine, just check with your parents first." He stayed for dinner, they played inside and out, and then I walked him home. It was nice!

This morning Son One asked if another friend could come over. Sure, if it is OK with his parents, I answered. This friend used to be in my son's class; but this year they were separated and miss each other. Unfortunately his father picked him up from school.

For some reason my husband defers playdate decisions to me. He could have called me on my cell to check, if he really wanted to check. But instead he said, "no."

Son One is sitting in the car still. I just waved him and offered a bowl of popcorn. Secretly, I smile. It is nice to be the good guy every now and then.


tanya
February 25, 2009 / 14:47

some of us come to see you (includes husband), your house and your children. The open play date policy comes in handy where the neighbours are concerned.


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