As I was leaving school yesterday at 5:30 (in the dark, I might add), I was turning over our typical daily routine in my head. Do I spend enough time talking to my little girl? Playing with her? Listening to her? Do I have any extra time to carve out for this? We rush through the mornings, though sometimes we all eat our oatmeal together, and I often rush through the evenings too, trying to cook dinner, clean a little, give Cara a bath (though Daddy usually does this), read stories, say prayers, and go to sleep. It seems like lately both PJ and I have Bible studies or meetings that we need to go to during the evenings, and while I see the infinite value in these things (I absolutely believe that a little time doing my own thing can save my sanity!), I also miss having my little family together or being there with them. I found myself wishing for a few extra minutes to spend with my rapidly growing little girl and my sweet husband.
I'm quite certain that Someone was eavesdropping on the ramblings in my head because while I was cooking dinner, Cara wanted to color at the kitchen table. PJ came home a few minutes later, and there we all were in the kitchen, talking about our days and our colors.
After bath, Cara and I usually read a few books before she goes to bed, but she has been mesmerized by the magic of the holiday toy catalogs lately. So, instead of books, we read the Target toy catalog last night. Actually, she read it to me, naming everything she saw, pointing to the toys she liked, telling me which ones she wants and what she will do with them.
I need the scooter, Mommy. I ride it to the castle.
Who's at the castle, baby?
Sleeping Beauty, Mommy.
You'd better talk to Grandaddy about a scooter for Christmas then.