I always seem to get so many more hugs and cuddles from my
kids during the holidays. Hugs are the family equivalent of ‘stopping to smell
the roses’, and holidays give us just such an opportunity. I’m particularly blessed to have long
stretches of these with my job as a teacher.
The mornings are the best time of all. Just this morning my
three-year old son woke next to me at about 7am (he had crawled in during the
early hours of the morning) and said sleepily, “What are you doing here,
Mommy?” Next he wanted to know, “Where
is Daddy?”
“At the office.”
Pause. “Mommy, does Mr. Frumble have a house?” (Richard
Scarry character)
Once I had answered this to his satisfaction, he wanted to
know, “Can owls talk?”
What a precious conversation this was to me! Next followed the game with has become our
holiday ritual these two weeks. I am addressed as ‘Mommy Chicken” and must hug
and nurture my baby chicken. He will
crawl into a ball and then prompt me, “Mommy, say what is in this egg?”
Me: “What is in this egg?”
Declan: “Pucuuk!! It’s a chicken!”
Next I must repeat the phrase coined on the second day of
this game, “I will keep you safe from the fox at night”
Me: “I will keep you safe from the fox!”
Declan: “At night – say I will keep you safe
from the fox at night!”
Me: “I will keep you safe from the fox at night!”
Soon the older “foxes” will join us and a rough and tumble
game will begin that usually ends with me fleeing for safety and coffee.
What joy! Three whole glorious weeks of sitting in the
winter sun, streaming through the windows; binge-reading; re-packing linen
cupboards; catching up with haircuts and dentists; watching the children invent
new games; getting up late and going to bed early; and lots and lots of hugs.
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