Little L took a long afternoon nap yesterday which allowed Double L and I to have extended playtime! Normally, I would keep interrupting us for cleaning, laundry, etc... But yesterday, we just sat and played with Buzz and Woody. We have two Buzz dolls, so each of us had one. I had so much fun and it totally reminded me of a past post...
Originally posted March 5, 2009
Here I was about to finish a post regarding my desire to attend the flower show every year, but I never end up going, when suddenly, a little hand reached up and touched me. I looked to my side and there was my little man just wanting to hang out with his mama. I stopped typing immediately and grabbed his hand letting him lead me to where ever he decided he wanted to go. We marched from room to room, chanting "march, march, march". We held hands and sang "ring around the rosy" as we moved in a circle.
I realized at that moment I do not spend enough time playing with him. Sure, we are together almost everyday, all day long. Sure, I feed him, change him, sing to him, rock him, etc... But I do not truly play with him as much as I should. I do not get down on his level and do exactly what he thinks is fun nearly enough. Fun to my little man is marching, singing, wrestling with the dog, and building tall towers only to knock them down, but quickly rebuild them again. I let the laundry, my work, the darn iphone, the dishes, the blog, the dog hair all distract me from playing with him until he wants to stop not until the dryer alarm goes off.
We played for hours. The entire morning and early afternoon was spent in playtime. Nothing, but perhaps a few diaper changes, tore us apart from the trucks, puzzles and songs. We even ate on the run, or should I say "march". We ended up under the table. A place that I have not been for a long time. The last time I spent more than a minute under the table (at which time I probably was attempting to break-up a lick fest between the dog and little man) was about 30 years ago. Do you know what? Its a blast under there. There are no bright lights, no phones, no computers, and best of all no dirty dishes. There aren't any distractions under the table. It is just you, your little one, perhaps the dog, a toy train and your imaginations. The little guy showed me all the intricate details of underneath the table. We chatted for awhile. I did not understand exactly what my superman was telling me, but he made me laugh and I think he was having a great time too. He seemed happy to have mama under the table, but probably has no clue how much that time meant to me.
I realized all the stuff that is distracting me from my sweet guy is NOT fun, but he is. My son is so much fun. Anyone that meets him knows he is such a gentle soul and adorable to look at for hours at a time. But he is fun and funny as well! He made me laugh all day long and smile more than I think I have in a really long time. As I resolve to spend much more time under the table, I will make sure I tune out the distractions. There is a whole new world under there. Who knew?
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