Part of our daily routine is our car ride prayer time. Now, I'm not saying this is the most holy of motherly practices- its simply our routine. Some mornings I don't feel like leading the prayer. Some mornings actually pray "Dear Heavenly Father I pray for my kids to stop fighting so I don't have to tear their behinds up when the get home from school." Not exactly my most shining moment, but motherhood is full of tarnish. Thankfully most mornings all of our prayers aren't laced with threats, they are more based on guiding each of us through our day. I am hoping that me talking to God out loud with my kids everyday will help them to always be comfortable doing the same.
Last Friday our morning went off with out a hitch. Kids were good, no fights erupted while they brushed their teeth. We got in the Jeep on time, each said our morning prayer. Just an all around good and average Friday morning for the TBC's. We drop Tater off first. She always hops up to kiss me and we say our I love you's. Depending on the amount of sibling warfare that has taken place each morning my kids may or may not tell each other goodbye. Some mornings they are still bickering as the door closes behind Tate. Last Friday Turner mumbled an "I love you Tate" as she got out to bounce into school. That simple little phrase mumbled under his breath made my heart swell.
Turner and I pulled out and headed to his school. I mentioned to him that it was nice of him to tell Tater that he loved her. He said "I just wanted to cheer her up, she's still sad about Saraphina". Tate's hamster had passed away the week before. That tiny little act not only cheered up Tater, but it made it almost impossible for me to let Turner out of the car.
Turner and I had talked about maybe having a skip day, just he and I. Last Friday seemed like the perfect day to spend time, just me and my Turner B. Like bandits Turner and I pulled right past his school. What did we do with this awesome day full of possible adventures? I offered to go to the movies, go out to lunch, something fun. Nope, he knew I had planned on cleaning out the garage. So, the two of us spent a glorious day pulling everything out of the garage together, we enjoyed the sunshine, we organized, and most importantly we talked. Turner and a I have an ease that comes when its just the two of us. We both enjoy working on things together, much the way I always enjoyed working on things with my Dad. Busy hands make for easy conversations. We worked all day. We got filthy, laughed, rearranged, organized, and made the garage a big functional masterpiece. I pray that I always have this easy bond with my kids. I pray that we always enjoy time spent working together and talking. I have no idea if Turner will remember the day spent cleaning the garage out fondly. I know that the day I spent working with my boy will go down as one of my all time favorite skip days. Letting him stay home with me may have been selfish- not for having his help - but for storing away a memory of he and I all day uninterrupted together. I'll be selfish if that's the case. I cant wait to steal Tater away. Maybe clean out closets, or wiping down baseboards would give me an entire day of conversations with the world's most beautiful girl. I think we all need a skip day now and again, a break from our routines. I love that I have such fun little people to steal away for the day, I can't wait for the next.
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