Last night I sat and helped my 9 year old sort over 500 Pokemon cards by type. I colored. I played “mama bomb and baby bomb” with my 7 and 2 year old.
I would love to say that I always show interest in Pokemon… but I don’t. And it’s been awhile since I’ve played with stuffed animals. I’m very good at saying “no”. No, I’m feeding the baby/doing the dishes/laundry/working/cooking/reading… I can’t right now.
And recently, my 2 year old said something to me that broke my heart.
I don’t want to be a parent that says no. I want to be a parent that says yes. I’m great at saying yes to the things I already enjoy; I’ll sit and color and talk with them for days. When one of the kids asked for cookies, I got out the ingredients and baked them from scratch… but I’m not sure that really counts.
Yes, I will help you with that thing/watch that terrible show/read that book for the 100th time/play a game I know nothing about/listen to you talk about that thing that bores me to absolute tears.
I can’t always say yes. After all, the things I’m busy doing are usually important (though, admittedly, not always). But I can say yes more.
“Yes” when I really want to say no. “Yes” when it’s easier to say no. “Yes” when I have to make the conscious effort to shut the computer/put down the phone/leave the dishes half done/leave the house unswept and follow their lead.
I always end up being glad I did it. After all, who knows… I may even learn a little bit about Pokemon along the way.