On weekends, when errands need to be run, sometimes Operation Divide and Conquer is implemented. Fiddledaddy was to take Jensen to Lowes for a little male bonding, and the suggestion was made that I haul the girls with me to get a few things from the grocery store.
But, there was dissension. Emme piped up with, “But I want to go with you to Lowes, Daddy!” Cailey joined in with “I want to go with Emme!” I mean, who would she bicker with, if her sister wasn’t immediately available to her.
My eyes lit up. This trip was starting to look promising for me. I envisioned myself hopping in the car, armed only with my purse and coupons, cranking up the radio to Easy Listening Rock, and skipping down grocery aisles alone.
And by the way, when did Rock ever become an Easy Listening genre?
Probably when Keith Richards starting slamming back Geritol.
Fiddledaddy began scrambling. Because he evidently began to envision his own shopping trip to hell. “Cailey, wouldn’t it be nice to spend some ALONE time with Mommy?” A cookie in her future may have also been mentioned.
She stopped drawing for a moment, closed her eyes, and began mouthing something silently. As if in solemn prayer.
She looked up at me, “Okay Mom, I’ll go with you.”
“You used ‘Eenie Meenie Miny Mo’ didn’t you?”
“Yep,” she answered, returning to her masterpiece.
I know this because she also uses the same technique when selecting her wardrobe in the morning.
I would prefer that she opt for matching colors and/or patterns as well as taking into consideration time of year. But, whatever works, I guess.
So, I had a “date” with my little princess. In her blue floral skirt, and pink striped shirt. It’s rare indeed that I can spend one on one time with my children. And I marvel at how very different they are when not in each other’s company.
Cailey turns quite chatty, as she hops down the sidewalk, taking great care not to step on the cracks. She holds my hand easily, and is inquisitive about the type of wood used in the cashier’s stand. Nothing escapes her notice. Especially when her attention isn’t diverted to torturing her siblings.
She is in unusually rare form. And extremely well behaved. I steer her toward the cookie display. “Sprinkles or chocolate chips?” She’s quiet for a moment, thinking. Probably throwing in a quick abbreviated version of ‘Eenie Meenie’ and finally she decides, “Sprinkles, please.”
I watch her as she silently nibbles around the edges of the cookie, until it disappears.
And I make a mental note to myself to purposely schedule in one-on-one time with each of my children. As often as possible.
Collectively, they can quickly achieve mob status. And I can often forget that they are each very unique and precious individuals.
I asked Cailey, during our alone time, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
She didn’t hesitate. No silent ‘Eenie Meenie’. Simply, she stated, “Nothing.”
“Yep,” she said, sidestepping a sidewalk crack, “I just want to be with my kids.”
Once I got past that “nothing” part, I realized that for all my trying and failing to attain Proverbs 31 status, I just may be doing something right.
I’m helping to raise the next generation of Proverbs 31 women.
And in my book, that’s everything.