Our house is currently in a phase of never apart, though we surely do need it. I’ve attempted every trick in the book to convice O, and to ease him into being separated from his sister and I for a bit while we spend solo time. While there has been a few successful moments, none of which I’d dare to write about. The bandaid rip approach is anything but, and equating and bribing him with time alone or a gift even, won’t suffice. It is a sign of the times, and I’m working the patience wheel for it.
On most occasions, R is okay with this. I think, if I’m being honest, the struggle with them is that I think they need time separately with me (and without). Nevertheless, I imagine and plan days with my almost double digit daughter quite often.
If we were alone, here’s what we’d do:
A game of double dutch, in which we’d still use an old phone chord. It would be tied to an iron fence, or with my sister as lead turner. We’d teach her how to make the concrete heat, and take breaks in the shade. She’d learn the rhymes I knew well at her age, and we’d get dizzy with twisted words and pounding breaths.
A game of Sleeping Queens, where she’d beat me, because she’s just good at almost everything. We’d lay our bodies on the cool wood floor in the early evening as our shared favorite tunes crooned through the speaker. When done, we’d walk for ice cream, and both then realize we rather sorbet, because duh. The cards would stay and we wouldn’t worry about losing one or all, because she’s a Capricorn and I’m a Cancer, and tbh it’s nearly impossible. haha
A round of 90s hand games because they really are so fun and nostalgic, and a good dose any day of the week is necassary medicine.
If you had the chance to play a game solo with your 9 year-old self, daughter, family or friend, what would it be?
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