Last Saturday, we had several neighborhood kids over to play. I spent the day following the kids, and playing with them, to make sure no one hurt anyone else. At the end of the day, thought hit me. I was nicer (meaning less yelling) and more involved with my own kids when they had friends over than I am on a daily basis. This just isn’t right, and I need to change it. It feels like the angry mother has returned (See the Angry Mother post), and I sure don’t want that!
Tonight I spent sometime, just playing with them, and it felt good. Nobody yelled, nobody fought. We just had fun. Isn’t that what childhood is supposed to be?