Originally Posted by
Lydia
I confess yesterday afternoon we drove down this nice street and it was a warm afternoon, and the streets were packed with happy families walking around, eating ice cream, browsing through stores, etc. I suggested we stop and walk around there for a while instead of going to a playground, since we'd had three solid hours of running around in the morning. We each held hands with a child and strolled about leisurely, browsing in produce markets and antique stores. I was with Claire, and she was not fussing about holding my hand. She was excited and interested in everything. She was incredibly good in the antique store and only touched things I let her touch. She picked out some fruit and carried the bag. On the way back to the car, she was skipping to the song I was singing for her, and it was so nice. I realized that I very rarely have so much enjoyment hanging out with the twins. I like them, and I think they're incredible people, and some moments bring me aching joy, but I rarely can just relax and enjoy their company. I was a little sad to realize that, but any enjoyment I have is usually complicated by moderating spats, seizing opportunities to teach, redirecting, guarding against injury or property damage, etc. It's never relaxing, and yesterday was. Despite feeling a little guilty about my realization, it also gave me great hope that I would be able to feel like this more and more often, as they get older and require less nonstop intervention. (I'm sure it didn't hurt that the child care was 1:1.)