On Sunday afternoons, I try to sit down with each of my children for at least 30 minutes each, doing something with only that one child, hopefully inducing meaningful conversation.
Because, you know, relationships and whatnot.
The child gets to pick the activity.
Jane the Austen likes to write or read, discuss her favorite books, and geek out over musicals and 19th century history together.
Clive the Staples likes back rubs and feet rubs, cuddles, and drawing.
Mister the Rogers likes to make treats with me, particularly cookies or caramels.
Katherine the Great likes dramatic nonsensical conversations, singing, and dancing.
Lucy the Maude generally likes to nurse, and doesn’t really get formal one on one time. She gets her loving in by default. Thank the stars for breastfeeding, snuggles, and infantile unwavering delightful sociability.
One Sunday afternoon, Clive the Staples decided we needed to make a family home evening chart together. So we toddled on down to the basement, found an old 2X4, and set to work with a skilsaw, sander, woodburning pen, and drill.
And my oh my, did we ever make a family home evening chart!
Towards the end, Husband the Man busted out the router, because he’s the only one who really knows how to work that baby, and gave it a fancy beveled edge.
The tags are flipped backwards, because, you know, privacy, but you get the idea.
Now, every week as we rotate everyone’s tag to a new job, I am reminded of my sweet secondborn, and how terribly fast he’s growing up.