Sit
Cuddle
Read story
Repeat the familiar
Yesterday was Annika’s first day of pre-school.
Oliver missed her.
Then both parents went for a “short” bike-ride in the woods.
Papa got a flat: they had to walk back, with no cell service.
It was over 2 hours after supper, the children waited, slowly unraveling.
I asked the 3 year old what he wanted to do.
“Read stories about horses from the iPad” he answered.
Two nights ago, we did just that, after swimming.
He almost fell asleep leaning against my shoulder on the couch listening with father and sister.
His loved ones were in place. All was right.
But last night he and his sister had to fend for themselves.
No couch, only teasing, worrying, giggling, screaming, hiding and rebelling.
I unraveled.
No couch, no cuddle, no parent, no story before bed.
Hello Grandma anxiety!
Hello first day of school!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 