Monday, April 4, 2011
She got to go to my mom and dad's house and stay. All. By. Herself.
No siblings fighting for grandparent attention. No twin to have to share with. No parents interfering with the Grandparent Gum Giving Program.
Just 7 of 8 and my folks. Snuggled in for a long weekend.
We live about eight hours away from the city that my in-laws, my parents, my brother's family and Mike's sister's family call home. Mike still does some business there and so he headed north and took several of the kids with him. OctaKids 3 through 7 accompanied him, with 3, 4, 5 and 6 hanging out with the cousins.
And 7 of 8 snagged time with my folks.
While Mike and I have been very committed to traveling often back to the hometown climes to spend time with extended family, that time is often action-packed and busy. The kids very rarely get to have one-on-one time with various family members. I love the idea of them each having chunks of time to focus completely on grandparents or cousins or aunts and uncles; it just doesn't seem to work out that way. From the frenetic pace of the holidays to the big family reunions, our time with the family is usually one big loud laughing fest.
Not a contemplative, quiet conversation.
Of my kiddos, 7 of 8 in particular loves one-on-one time. She loves to chat, to snuggle up with books, to lead an adult around by the nose. In a cute way. In a charming way.
That's one reason I was so delighted for her to have this time.
I'm told that she was a complete delight. I'm told she glowed in the unwavering attention of two adoring grandparents. That's what I'm told from the grandparent perspective.
And from 7 of 8's perspective, I know there was a new Barbie purchase and some hair accessories and color books. And fun. And sitting on the swing on the deck. And snuggling.
And she's ready to go back.
As long as the other kids have to stay home.