Birthday time again…with kids
I love my kids. I love snuggling with them in the morning and knowing that waking up with me is a happy place for them. I love watching Rainier learn to eat and Ellie Jo learn to draw (notice the lovely artwork on my birthday card!). I love reading books all together on the couch. I love putting Rainier in a carrier and going for a walk with EJ. I love having dance parties to In the Hall of the Mountain King or Katy Perry or the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. I love kissing Rain’s chubby soft cheeks.
But two kids is bringing me into the realm of the Touched-Out Momma.
I had heard that such a thing was possible. I fully believed that it was possible. But even during the months and months when I was pretty much constantly attached to Ellie Jo I never experienced feeling touched-out. I never had a knee jerk reaction to pull away when a child put their hand on my neck for the 50th time that day. I never got to the end of the day and reveled in feeling alone. I never raced to lock the door when I used the toilet.
Now, I am the Touched-Out Momma. And Robin knew just what to do for the Touched-Out Momma’s birthday.
He took me to a tea shop, alone.
He gave me unlimited time.
I sat at a beautiful slate tea bar and drank cup after tiny white porcelain cup of tea: oolong, puerh, smokey Lapsang Souchong (tasted like the smoke in beef jerky. SO interesting).
I chatted with the knowledgeable shopkeeper about Rwandan tea and my love of strong black tea.
I took tea recommendations for my kombucha brewing.
I relaxed without worrying about spilled tea or backwash or needing to go read Oh, the Places You’ll Go! for the 3rd time today.
And Touched-Out Momma melted away.
I returned to the kids with 4 new bags of tea, a beautiful tea cup and a renewed measure of I-am-the-adult-so-I-need-to-act-like-one patience.
Everybody wins on Momma’s birthday.