Last Saturday, I rousted Nicholas out of bed earlier than he wanted to (we’d been at a party the night before and it was nearly 10 before the kids got to bed) so we could have a little date morning. We went to the Farmers Market for strawberries and came away with more…a lot more. Then we went to buy flowers, and I let him pick the flowers that will decorate our home for the rest of the year. It was a very good morning.
When we came home, I spent an hour putting the plants in the ground. When I came in at lunchtime, I found Alex reading on the couch. “Have you been outside yet?” I said. “It’s a gorgeous day.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I went out and edged the lawn.”
“Oh, work doesn’t count,” I said. “You need to be outside just to play. That’s why Dad goes golfing, you know.”
Alex fixed me with a Look. “You never play outside.”
Christian and I said together, “For me/Mom, planting flowers is playing.”
And I added, “Weeding is work. But planting is play.”
Today is the last day of school for three out of four children, so I’m leaving you with my pretty flowers and I’m going as offline as possible for my last work day. (I will not check Facebook. I will not check Facebook…)