It’s happened–it’s finally here. My two kids want to play with each other more than they want to play with me. Whoo hoo!!!!
This makes it sounds like I’m a total slacker mom (which sometimes I am) and that I don’t want to play with my kids (which sometimes I don’t). I actually DO enjoy our playtime together. Annabel and I create awesome forts from the forty-two baby blankets we received as gifts for her birth. And Luke and I have a ball playing “fix,” which means we bang with toy screwdrivers and hammers on every doorknob in my house.
But together, their play is pretty incredible to watch. Annabel, of course as the older one, directs most of it, and Luke, who’s just so happy that Sissy wants to play with him, pretty much does whatever she wants him to do.
Today, for close to two hours, they built towers, houses, and garages out of blocks and legos. Then, Annabel brought out her dollhouse people to populate their structures. Then, Luke built a fence out of legos. This was topped off by Luke dragging out all of my mixing bowls, tongs, and salad servers so that they could cook for the dollhouse people.
“What are you making them?” I asked Luke.
“Matzo ball soup,” he replied, as if that wasn’t already understood from the assortment of plastic grapes, bananas, potato chips, hot dogs, and cupcakes he had assembled in the blue bowl.
“And salad, too,” Annabel added, “Cause they need a well-balanced meal.”
I love how I rub off on them.
Later on, I was able to straighten up my house and call my great-great aunt in semi-peace because Annabel was giving Luke a lesson on how to ride a scooter. I didn’t really care that this took place in my living room and in my kitchen, or that they created lines of mud on my tile floor, because there’s no price you can really put on togetherness. Except perhaps a sigh of relief from me.
Yes, having a second child is worth it.
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