With toddling children and crushed goldfish cracker underfoot, I used to have countdowns to the next adult visit. I felt bad for the mail woman, who sometimes encountered me on an adultless day where my words flowed endlessly and slowed her down.
Winter was the worst season for visits. My girls would skip and sing with oozing noses and hacking coughs as they caught everyone germ that touched their hands. Their immune systems were still not adult-strong. Then I had to make the call to the other, visit-deperate mom who was supposed to come over for a play date (which is really a mom date because when the kids are that little, they play around each other, not with each other). And we both groaned, knowing the smart mommy decision, but weighing it against the loss of life giving adult time.
And momma, if you are in this stage during this frigid winter, I want you to know that I understand. I know your desperate love for your snotty kids and your desperate need for adult small talk, or better, heart talk. And you can call, anytime, and cry or ask for a joke, or just say, “This is hard.” And I will nod knowingly and mentally embrace you.
Sharing today with friends who write words in 5 minutes on the word visit. Won’t you join us here?