I got a guilt trip for my birthday.
It was not quite was I was hoping for.
It started out sweetly enough. The Dudes came rushing into the bedroom at 6:30 (The Husband could hold them off no longer) with a handmade banner wishing Mommy a happy birthday.
Big Dude then proudly presented my with my birthday gift.
It was a toy car.
He explained that I don’t play cars with him so, now that I had my own car, I could play.
What a start to the day… 30 seconds awake and the Big Dude hits me where it hurt… the Mommy bone.
I know there are far too many days where I reach bedtime and realize I haven’t actually sat down to play with the Dudes that day. It is so easy to get caught up in the busyness of the day. The boys are only in care two days a week and yet I am still missing my time with them. Big Dude starts school next year and I’m quickly going to lose the opportunity.
So, humbled and guilty, I am making myself… and the Dudes… a birthday vow. Each day I will set aside time to play. We’ll play baseball or do a puzzle or, yes, even play cars (not my forte – what are you supposed to do other than drive in circles?). Even if it is just 10 minutes, I WILL take advantage of what little time I have left when they want to spend time with me.