Me, presenting the children with a short list of semi-exciting local opportunities for fun-times today.
Them, with faces a mix between wishful hope and doubt, countering my offers with “how about chuck e cheese?”
Me, eyes-rolling, considering, “we do the Chuck for about an hour, and then both of you spend the afternoon engaging in the brain enrichment activity of my choice?”
Them, “please guv’nah… we’ll do anything for the Chuck.”
Me, wondering how much longer I will get to enjoy the ease of trading what is small for me and big for them with something that is big for me and small to them. These sorts of negotiations being the small moments upon which relationships are built.
Me, remembering similar conversations between my 14 1/2 year old self and my mother– where she would exchange complaint-free room cleaning for getting to back the car out of the garage and up to the top of our driveway.
If you need me, I’ll be the woman pretending that I’m losing at skee-ball to make my kid feel impressive. When, in truth, I’ve always sucked at that game.