Contradictory title right?
Well, yeah kinda. But let me explain.
The other day large boy spent an hour chatting with his best mate on my phone and multitasking playing together on Roblox on the tablet. This left small boy and I at a loose end.
What should we do together?
Spurned were ideas of reading, starting his “all about me” for his new teacher, jigsaws, board games and playing Switch (well that was me who said no to that one). Instead we went up to the playroom after I asked what he’d been playing lately with his brother – teddies and cars apparently.
Small boy bemoaned that we couldn’t carry on that game because “you don’t know how to play cars mummy!”
Well I wasn’t going to stand for that. We had great fun shooting cars down his track, organizing the ones that didn’t fit, classifying the fastest and furthest, rescuing the crashes and gathering more cars to try out. All this interspersed with cuddles and chats about what was going on, we laughed at crashes and moaned at the cars that dug into the carpet and didn’t go anywhere. After 45 minutes I asked “is mum any good at playing cars then?”
His response: “you’re ok, not bad but not as good as large boy”.
It was really lovely to connect with small boy on his own for an hour. No phone to distract me, no big brother to occupy him.
I always feel that we don’t get enough one to one time, in any combination in our family but small boy comes off missing out the most. Large boy has Cubs and rugby that himself and I take him to. Sometime next year small boy will have Beavers and he’s wanting to start rugby too, so he’ll get one parent’s dedicated attention when (if) the under 9s play away.
We really played together, I felt like a child again unbothered by any of my usual daily concerns. Phone down, screen out of the way, pure mum and small boy time.
I should regress more often really. Hitting pause on the busyness of daily life and work felt so good.