that is a thing, right?
well. my kids are 5 and 9 so thankfully it isn't a thing too often around here. they go in the other room (independent play!) to play legos or barbies or cars or rainbow loom (currently the top 4 playthings) and i don't have to worry too much.
but the other day, after chores and schoolwork, they were both upstairs and i suddenly had a feeling that it was just a little too quiet up there. they had been upstairs for nearly an hour and i hadn't heard a peep. part of me was all PERFECT ANGELS! LET THEM BE! ENJOY THE QUIET TIME! and another part of me DON'T THEY NEED ME? WHO WANTS A SNACK?? WHAT IF A BOO-BOO NEEDS KISSING?? #helicoptermommuch
naturally, i did what every mom does in that situation: i went upstairs to
and here's what i found:
just reading. immersed in books. lost in the tales. imaginations at work.
(of course i had to grab my camera to document the moment, but they barely noticed me)
there's a new kind of quiet in our home. it's the sound of reading, and it is lovely. i'm so proud of them, and over-the-moon grateful to be their mom.
1537. two independent readers