By Heather O.
We are back from an insane vacation with my in-laws, and it was insane on many, many levels. It was insanely extravagant because my in-laws were feeling generous, it was insanely far away and exotic because my in-laws were also feeling adventurous, and it was insanely exhausting because my almost 2 year old slept nary a wink, which meant she and I both had a major meltdown about mid-week, whereupon I was told unceremoniously by my sister in law that I should go take a nap before I was forced to interact with anybody else (by which I think she meant before anybody was forced to interact with ME, but she was just too nice to say it like that). (And that is an insanely long sentence. Sorry.)
Good times, I tell you. Good times.
But I just have to say how much I enjoyed my 7 year old this trip. When our flight was delayed two hours, he was cheerful because that meant we could get quesadillas in the airport. When the plane was stranded on the tarmac in the rain, he took out the IPod and watched a movie without complaint. When the rental car line was long and and my squirming toddler was nearly strangled by her mother, J took pity on us both and started a perhaps slightly inappropriate but effective game of freeze tag with his baby sister right there in the airport.
And the kid can carry his own luggage and wipe his own bum. I ask you, what more could you want in a child?
A 7 year old can read, can write, and can problem solve. He is independent, but not too old to crawl into my lap and snuggle down for a good book. He likes to whisper jokes in my ear, and did so for a good long while today in the airplane. We were talking about Daddy today, and how much we missed him (yes, I flew without my husband with my two children—again.) J said, “Well, if you miss him so much, why don’t you MARRY him?!?” and cracked up laughing.
When I said, “Hey, I did!” he stopped laughing, and his eyes got big, and he stared at me. Like, whoa, there was something amiss in his humorous universe. Then he started giggling, then laughing, and then went into full on bowl full of jelly belly laugh when he realized the full extent of the irony he had just created.
Oh, how I love that kid.
7 year olds. They are totally the bomb. If you don’t have one, you should totally go get yourself one.*
How did his almost 2 year old sister do, you ask?
Let’s just say that when the same woman who had been on our same 2 flights saw us also boarding her same parking shuttle, she looked like she would break down weeping on the spot.
It’s probably just best if we leave it at that, although I am tempted to tell you about the time I intervened before she hucked her brother’s plush Stitch toy right at some stranger’s face. All I can say is that motherhood has given me some frighteningly fast reflexes. Seriously. Like lightening. Ka CHOW!
(And if you don’t get that reference, then you REALLY need to get yourself a 7 year old boy who will demand that you watch the movie CARS about 8000 times in one day. You’ll be a better person for it, I promise.)
*This is a joke. MMW does not condone kidnapping.
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