Now that I am back to work full-time, the time I get to spend with the kids has an increased value to me. My hubby, who is now the stay-at-home extraordinaire, does an amazing job of making sure dinner is ready to go and that the 5:30-7:30 window each night allows us to focus on the family meal and being with the kids.
Each evening after dinner the 5 of us get to hang out in the living room or family room, play games and generally just have a good chunk of time where all that matters in that moment is us.
Tonight, when the littlest wasn’t falling off the fireplace hearth directly onto her face, or the middle wasn’t wandering off to pull goodies out of the bottom freezer, we were playing a couple variations of 20 questions with our oldest.
Our son had hubby and I stumped. We had narrowed it down to a part of the body and it started with “B”. Back? Bones? Brows? Brown hair? Bulging muscles? Nope.
“BOOGERS!” Exclaimed with the pure joy and pride only known to a six year old boy.
And I laughed; hubby laughed. We really laughed. In that moment, that small blip in the rest of the day, all was right in the world. I had my people; my tribe was happy. I thought about how many things our son has had to cope with and overcome and in that moment, he was so happy; things were simply normal.
It has taken a while to just reach normal. Normal feels good. And the boogers- they felt great.