|Recovering the lost art of entertaining the kids!|
But when my nine-year old son asked me yesterday to play a mystery food game (where he and his sister got to blindfold me and place morsels of food in my mouth, Russian-roulette style), my instinct was to say "no!" Couldn't we play a sensible board game, I pleaded? Or bake a cake?
I had to battle with my control-freakery big-time before I could submit to my son's sadistic whims. From the gleeful look on his face, I knew he was gagging to deposit raw tomato in my blind mouth (almost my worst food ever). And indeed he did, after the walnut and the dog-food flavoured jelly bean. But we all laughed uncontrollably and it felt good, in a wholesome way.
Then came the dog-walk this morning and the athletic challenges along the towpath, again set by my jester of a son who loves nothing more than making his mother act like a twit. I suppose this is what summer holidays are all about. In some ways it's quite liberating. It doesn't always come off, but I am trying hard to turn my mind away from work and live in the moment with my kids. This precious time with them will surely run out and in years to come I will berate myself for not letting my hair down more. So bring it on - who knows what they will have in store for me tomorrow!
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