Jiggy and I had the weekend to ourselves. It rained a lot and there wasn’t much on. We slopped around a muddy flower show one day and I took a book to a playground the next. I painted a wall, he watched a film. We shared a steak (Zebra actually but that is another story) and slept early. He was charming, considerate and gentle. I was calm and kind and grateful.
It seems to me, with children, that if they can’t be or do what you want of them at home then they really aren’t ready to go anywhere else yet. There is much, so much, to be gained by finding another way to be until the ‘getting out there’ phase unravels. I am not saying that we are any where near ‘out’ yet but the fact that we can be, so easily, at home is I think, essential. We all take our own time with things and there is little point rushing ahead. Learning to wait for him and learning to simplify my own life in the waiting has been one of my most valuable life lessons.