(as opposed to, you know, Wordless Wednesday, ’cause I always got way too much to say)
And yes, he was still wearing his jammies though it was almost lunch. Thank you VERY much for noticing.
I took this photo shortly after an exchange with my teenager. It went something like this:
“Can I get Netflix on my phone so that I can watch The Office?”
“No. Too much time on your device takes you away from the family.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve spent fifteen years with the family. That’s a lot, don’t you think?”
There’s a window–a very small window–between their wanting to be with you ALL THE TIME and their wanting to be…someplace else. I am told that it all evens out in the end, and that by the time they’re, oh, around 24, they’re ready to hang out with Mom and Dad again. Except *spoiler alert!* in Hannah Coulter, which I just finished for my book club and absolutely loved…
Some of those kids just don’t come back.
It’s a risky venture, this parenting gig. What do we got? We got This Moment. We got footie jammies (while they last) and shining eyes that crinkle when they see their mum. We have the privilege of tucking them in at night, of smiling down at them as we wipe their bottoms, and of giving them countless hugs and endless smooches.
Wordy Thursday, indeed.
You’d think that those beautifully colored, falling leaves make wistful.