We got back from the beach today. It was pretty darn amazing. Went with one other family, and then one other set of daughters. I love going on vacations with other families. There's a comfort in knowing there are other parents are there, others to just help take care of the kids and the stuff that goes along with going on vacation. They do things like put beach umbrellas in the sand, bring down heavy coolers, loan my children sweatshirts, cut up fruit, toast sandwiches, give them kisses. Even though my girls are 14 and 18, there are still things we do to take care of these girls. Make dinners, check on them, make sure they're applying sunscreen, try to make sure that they take care of themselves. I learn a lot by watching these other parents.
I love seeing my girls have fun. I love seeing them enjoy their friends. I love seeing them relax. I love them.
On these trips, I also realize sometimes that I don't do enough for my girls in a family unit sort of way. I don't know if they feel a comfort in being "home" and appreciating "home." What do we do, after all, to do special things together? Not enough. We go home, do chores, work, watch tv. I need to learn to enjoy them and their personalities. Enjoy the art of verbal conversation. Enjoy being silent together. We don't do this enough. Maybe I'm the one that hasn't taught them to do this.
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