On Saturday I needed to run to the store. So I say to my husband, “Dude, I need to run to the store I will be back in a few minutes.” and then I walk down the hall to grab my purse and shoes.
When I return to the front door there are all my kids standing there with their shoes on and my husband is trying to coax them all into the backyard.
And then I ask…”What are you all doing?”
And the kids say, “We are coming with you.”
And then I say, “You’ve got to be kidding me! It’s Saturday go play in the backyard! Why do you all think you need to come with me everywhere I go?!?”
And then Simon says,
And then all those feelings that I needed to be able to go grocery shopping without the kids “just this once” melted away.
I looked at my little tribe…bed head, a backwards shirt, plastic princess shoes, expectant faces…and suddenly the prospects of shopping alone seemed very lonely indeed.
That band, my band, will only want to be by my side for a short time longer and before I know it I will be the one standing at the door (quite possibly with bed head, a backwards shirt, and plastic princess shoes) and I will be the one with the expectant face waiting for them to spend time with me.
Time goes by so quickly…
So yes, Simon let’s talk ALL THE WAY to and from the store about how many redheads there are in the world, how long it would take to count to a googolplex, or when Yellowstone is going to erupt into a giant volcano of fury. And yes Grace, I do need you to help me push the shopping cart through the store while Ruth empties it’s contents down the aisles.
Because all too soon you will be grown and I’ll have years to shop in solitude.
(And Simon, I will be thinking about it…)