I was picking up my daughter from daycare one afternoon. It had been a particularly challenging day at work. Emotions flying high. Discomfort. All I wanted to do was sit on my butt for 20 minutes, but I knew I had to go home and get dinner started and tidy from the night before and laundry needed to be put away before bedtime.
My daughter and her best friend were in a very giggly mood, which tends to rub off on me. It was the same today. They made me smile but that acted as more encouragement for them to continue to be kids and be happy and goofy.
Time came to get in the car seat.
Now, Scarlett will fight me on this sometimes because she doesn’t really want to leave yet or she’s hungry or wants to go home. Yes, In order to go home you need to sit in your car seat. Usually I am on my game and catch her before she pops out – this just wasn’t my day.
The little monkey, popped out of her seat and crawled to the front of the car and sat in the passenger seat. My baby bump was in the way, so I couldn’t catch her in time.
I closed the door, walked to the passenger side, opened the door, making a very conscious effort to breath calmly, she jumped to the driver side. I asked her nicely to come see Mum. She smiled her goofy grin.
“No Mommy. I drive home”
I walked around the car to the driver side, opened the door and yup, you guessed it. She was over on the passenger side.
This went on for 10 minutes.
I was tired. I opened the back door and sat in the back seat. Scarlett looked at me. I asked her if she wanted to come and sit with Mommy. She smiled. I thought she was going to say yes.
“No Mommy. I sit here.”
I started to laugh uncontrollably. So did she. At that moment I realized that I was always going to have to be 5 steps ahead of her, even on my worst day. I also realized, we were in no hurry. She thought we were playing a game. But the best thing was that she made me laugh. a genuine laugh.
We eventually got home and we played the rest of the evening. Tickle fights. Building blocks. Tea parties. She went to bed exhausted and I followed very shortly after.
I am grateful that my daughter can make me laugh, that she can show me a game can be made of anything. Sometimes I just want to be 2 years old again. Everything can be made into a game.
It’s been almost two weeks and I am still smiling and laughing to myself over the game we played.
It really is the little things in life that make it worthwhile.
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