There’s nothing quite like the relief you feel when you think you’re a horrible person for this or that thing, and then someone else shares that they do or feel the same thing. Do you know what I mean? When I was in MOPS a couple years ago, we were having discussion time at our table and one of the questions we were to discuss was something like, “What is one thing you least like about being a mom?”. One brave mom said, “I hate to play,” and then one-by-one, the rest of us agreed, “I do, too!”. #totalrelief #maybenotabadmom
I love my daughter. I love my daycare kids. I can color ’til the cows come home. Build with blocks? Sure! And I love observing kids in play, watching them interact, learn, imagine and create.
But somewhere along the line I forgot how to have Barbie and her friends carry on a conversation for more than two minutes. Cars and “boy games” are totally off my radar and I can only “vroom vroom” for so long. As a childcare provider that’s a really tough thing to admit!
So when I was trying to get some things done yesterday (as usual), especially while the weather was nice enough to be outside and knock out a couple projects out there, I was less-than-enthusiastic when Faith asked me to play. I even tried to convince her to play outside while I worked out there, but she dropped her head and said, “You never play with me.”
Can’t argue with that.
So I sucked it up, and even if just for a little while, we played Lego Friends.