Worry less. Play more.
I went to my parent’s house Saturday night for a game night. It was an impromptu game night. Earlier in the week, I planned a card night with a couple of my sisters. Saturday afternoon she said, “we should call Mom and see if she wants to play cards with us!”
So, after the kids went to bed, I drove to my parent’s house with a smile on my face. I love playing cards with my family. My mom, two sisters and I started the night with homemade pizza and a round of Pitch (it’s a card game, google it). Dad came upstairs a few times. Supervising, I’m sure. He loves his girls. (;
A short while later, another sister showed up, “I don’t really want to play cards, I just came for the pizza.” That’s what we figured, Kristy, that’s why we started without you.
Then, Kelly (another sister) sent a text, “I won’t be coming, my stomach hurts.” Bummer. I guess we’ll just play another round of Pitch, you can only play that with four people anyway.
The second game moved much slower as the conversation moved to kids. More talking, less playing. Whose turn is it anyway?
Then my mom said, “I wish I would have worried less, and let you girls play more when you were growing up.” I honestly don’t know how she did it. She had five girls, three-years-old and younger. Kristy turned 3-years-old, nine days after me and my two sisters (Karla and Kim) were born (Yes, I’m a triplet. Yes, I’m identical. Yes, we can read eachother’s minds.) And, Kelly was right there in the middle at 20 months old.
1 three-year-old. 1 twenty-month-old. AND 3 babies! All girls.
Holy hell, that’s stressing me out just typing it.
I remember my mom saying, “When we walked to the park I never let you three out of the stroller. I wasn’t sure how I would watch 5 kids!”
Then, my sister started talking about letting her little boy play outside by himself. Another sister said, “Yeah, I do that too.” Then, my mom said, “I let you girls play in the backyard without me, it was fenced.”
I looked up, shocked, and said, “WHAT? I’ve never done that!” Maya is the same age as their kids and my yard is fenced. They laughed at me.
I looked at Mom and said, “So, how do I do that? How do I worry less and let my kids play more?”