“Why?” The doll asked me last night.
Not really paying attention to what she was saying I shrugged and kept moving on.
“Mom, are you listening to me?” (Busted!) “I’m sorry doll, my attention was divided. What did you ask?”
“Why don’t we do anything fun any more?”
There it is.
“Like what do you mean? We go on vacations that are fun…” I replied.
“Besides that; why don’t we do anything as a family anymore?”
“Like what?” I asked. I had an idea of where she was headed with this line of questioning, but decided let her elaborate.
“I don’t know…maybe you and I could go get pedicures…or maybe as a family we could go see a movie…or out to dinner…or even just take a long drive somewhere…”
I shook my head up and down in agreement and promised to take her ideas under advisement. But in our defense, at 14 and 11 years of age, we thought the kids would be more independent; wanting to hang out with friends more than with us. In addition, I am now working almost full time hours-between my four women. Also, their father changed his work schedule to include working Saturdays. Then you add to the mix their father’s scary heart arrhythmia last month and you can see how easy it has become to hang out at home, instead of going out in search of adventure.
But she got me thinking-remembering what it was like for me, growing up with my “old” parents. My mom was 40 and dad 42 years of age when I came around. Couple that with seven children ahead of me and one after and a workaholic (out of necessity) father–I didn’t hang out with my parents all that much. On the occasions I did, I remember being quite bored and feeling tortured to do so. Mom and Dad were boring old fogies-who wants to be around them? Yet here we are today, my daughter yearning to hang out with her parents-the boring old fogies we’ve become.
“Doll, what do you say this weekend we go hiking?” I asked. “No, that sounds boring.” she honestly replied. “Then what do you suggest we do?” I asked. “I don’t know…maybe see a movie?” she tried…. “Now that sounds boring to me…” I said in return. “I know, why don’t we think about it over the next few days and then decide?” she suggested. The boy overhearing the conversation threw his two cents in by saying, “Whatever you two decide I can pretty much tell you I’m not doing it”. “Who’s talking to you?” the doll offered in return.
Without missing a beat I replied, “And you wonder why we never do anything together anymore…”
“Point taken Mama” the boy replied.
The doll on the other hand handed me a pad of paper and pen and suggested we begin making our lists…