Brady made me a card at school today.
Translation: Dear Mom, I love you. I wish we could play together.
I didn’t understand it at first and he corrected me. I thought he was saying that when we play together, he wins. Much different message. We spend tons of time together for sure, but since school started I guess we don’t really play together very much anymore. I can’t really even explain how it made me feel. I was touched that he wants to play with me and that he found this way to tell me, but sad that he feels like he’s not getting enough of my attention. I asked him if he was told to make a letter to me or if he wanted to. He said that he chose to make it because he wanted to tell me we should play together.
I’m pretty sure it’s at least partly because his brother has been SO time consuming lately. I can’t take my eyes off of him for a second or he’s ripping every card out of my wallet, undressing himself and peeing on the floor, or climbing the bookshelves like a monkey. We’ve also got a jammed schedule these days with school, sports, religion class, and homework. It doesn’t leave a lot of time for playing.
We have already begun to fix this. We broke out the playdough and made Ninjago guys today and I think we’re scheduled for a spinjitsu battle tomorrow. I can’t believe we’ve gotten to the days of using the written word to communicate. In no time I’m sure we’ll be texting each other. I’m going to try really hard to slow down a bit and play while there’s still time.