For a number of reasons not really worth getting into, Robert and I haven’t pursued a trustworthy babysitting option for Tucker recently. Combine that with Robert working really long hours and us being the oldest parents of a three-year old we know, we end up channeling most of our enjoyment on Tucker-centered activities. Each weekend, it seems as if we’re on a mission to find new kid-friendly destinations. And yes, this brings us joy. Of course it does. But I have to ask myself what we – the parents – are doing to improve the quality of our own lives. What we’re doing to nurture us and our relationship. The truth is, we haven’t been. Much of our laughter and our conversations focus around our son. At times, it feels that the sole purpose of our mere existence is to develop Tucker’s world.
Isn’t also one of our most important jobs to wordlessly teach our son what it means to witness a loving and fun relationship that exists aside from him? That his parents are important in this equation too? I believe it is, and yesterday we stole a few hours to nurture us. While Tucker was at school, Robert played hooky from work and we enjoyed a delightful lunch and actually watched a rated R movie. In the theater. Near its release date. And it turns out that not only does Daddy like Mommy, but Mommy likes him back. Which means that last night, while we threw a box of balls into the air and watched the glee on Tucker’s face as they all fell down around him, he witnessed glee and friendship on our faces, too.