Some friends are in that sweet mothering spot – where their children are old enough to play on their own, get their own snacks, help around the house, and with younger siblings. Yet, are still young enough to want to cuddle with their parents, and say “I love you” unabashedly. The kind of sweet spot that allows mothers the space they crave, and the closeness of their children which they need.
I am not in that sweet spot.
My boys are 4, and 21 months. They can and will play together for a while, then inevitably, one or both will be tugging on my hand, asking for something, or one will climb up on my lap and demand a snuggle. There is no respite, as long as one or the other is around. I don’t get much done.
However, we are in a different sweet spot.
When they share their toys willingly and I don’t have to break up fights.
When the older one hands the little one a treasured toy, just so he won’t cry.
When the little one grabs a snack, he always takes a second one for his older brother.
When they go to bed, and have their little chat before they nod off to sleep.
When the little one wakes up before his brother, and climbs into bed with him to snuggle.
When they hug and kiss each other.
When they hold hands (and really, just getting along in general).
When they are still small enough to sit on my lap, and willingly.
Yes, we are far from that sweet spot.
But we are in a good place. It’s when I feel somewhat competent as a mother, that I’m not an absolute failure. I feel like I’m doing something right.
I just have to try not to burst my own bubble.
Are you in a sweet mothering spot?