Ken knows when I've reached my limit of sanity and need an hour or two away from the kids. The other night, I decided to use my much needed Quiet Time and escape to a bookstore.
I was hoping that all three kids would stay with Ken. The girls, of course, wanted nothing more than to stay at home with Daddy and watch hockey and eat tortilla chips. But Alex, asked me where I was going and when he heard bookstore he asked in his most proper, Cub Scout, altar boy voice, "May I please go with you?"
Moment of Peace and Quiet meet the verb Shattered.
But when we got to the store, we both settled in with our respective stacks of books (we both like things semi-orderly) and began to read. Every once in a while, Alex would come over to me or I to him and we'd share a particularly interesting or funny paragraph.
When I looked at my watch, I realized an hour and a half had gone by. As we descended down the escalator, I noted how much he'd grown in these almost ten years. How mature he'd become. And how much alike we were in spite of our obvious chromosomal differences.
I was glad that he and I had this shared moment of peace and quiet and yes, I am wishing you one just like that. Look for it.