It occurred to me this weekend that it’s entirely possible my sister has spent more quality time with S than I have, over the last month. Between moving house, trying to fit packing and unpacking in around work, and a bunch of other stuff I won’t go into, my time with S lately has involved a lot of “in a minute, let me just finish this…”
When my sister comes round, she will happily sit on the floor and colour in pictures for an hour, or play doctors or dress up teddies. I’m sad to admit it’s been a while since I did any of those things.
When I talked to a friend about this, he asked me: “when’s the last time you took a walk past the furniture shop down the road, to count the wooden animals in the window?” when I responded that we do that almost every time we come to town, he told me: “that is quality time; relax.” I get what he means; a lot of parents don’t have the time to stop and say hi to wooden animals in shop windows.
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