I don't know whether to be offended or happy that Bailey wasn't really interested in doing much of anything with me yesterday.
But I did try. I mentioned all sorts of things to do and it was answered by 'Nope, I just wanna play by myself Mama'.
But we did make popsicles...there's that right?
I may not have clingy, attention needy kids. I have independent, self sufficient ones. And honestly, that's not a bad thing. That's kind of a good thing. In fact that's an awesome thing.
I know first hand what it's like to know someone who can't function on their own. It's rather annoying. And I have a tendency to do this myself sometimes.
And yet...it breaks my heart a little that he's only 6 and she's only 2 and they are both rather good at finding their own entertainment. Not to mention when I say 'hey show you me your maps, let's see what we can find' only to hear not interested from a boy who pours over these things for hours and shouts for joy over something new he found or something he's actually seen on the road. Have I really been that absent that they don't know what to do with me either? Or am I really just that boring that they'd rather do it alone than with me?