Sunday, September 21, 2008

capturing the flag

We never use sitters. Friends sometimes, family when they are here. I had a bad sitter experience when she was a baby and since then I just haven't felt the occasion to leave her with people we do not know. Daycare, when she was still going, that was a necessary evil of sorts but otherwise we've simply not. So when the opportunity arose for her to spend a few hours at a party of sorts, one that was for kids and not intended for parents to stick around we signed up with a bit of trepidation. M's wise, she knew this was different. I'm staying by myself? she asked and we talked about it and she said she wanted to do it. So we dropped her off with the requisite change of clothes and with eyes in the rear view mirror drove out of the parking lot. We were slightly giddy, it's Saturday night and what should we do? Three hours isn't a long time, not really long enough for a movie unless the timing was right. Drinks? We briefly glossed over the notion of dinner and decided instead to head back home, illicitly sneaking inside kid free and locked the door and spent the next while at a rather fantastic party of two. Later we snuck back out still kidless and feeling rather full of ourselves stopped at Whole Foods and perused the deli section picking up odds and ends, reveling in our momentary freedom and sheer adultness, keeping pace with the young childless hipsters who so cavalierly wandered the aisles.

Our carriage approaching pumpkin, we race back and head inside to pick her up not knowing if she'd spent the last three hours in misery or simply had a really good time. The latter, blessedly the latter was obvious, she was exhausted and happy, showing off her newly homemade kangaroo and asking when she could do it again.

And as we drove home in the dark, city lights reflecting off the windshield I place my hand on the back of J's neck, he glances at me with a soft smile while M chatters it up in the back. It doesn't take much to feel like a grown up again, a woman, I murmur and he smiles again and nods as we three head back to our home.

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28 comments:

Julie Pippert said...

So, so true. And so glad you got that time. It's lovely.

Madge said...

So glad you had that time. And that M had such a wonderful time. Those times will come to you more and more as the years go by...

Maggie, Dammit said...

Yes, there will be more times like this, but they're sweeter at first, when they're rarest. Soak them up.

Redneck Mommy said...

Amen.

I'm glad that M had a good time.

But I am more thrilled that J was able to put a smile on your pretty face.

Good job sir!

kristen said...

right on, sister. xo

Z said...

Look, my 24-year-old lives with us while he saves up to buy, and when he's away for a night or two we're kids again. It's the rarity that counts, make the most of it.

Ah yes. You did. Good one, friend ;-)

Lucia said...

As I was thinking about fairy tales. I love the allusion to the carriage. I can feel the glory of this night. (In the Philippines. Awake at night. Since my days are still flipped. Upside down.)

hele said...

This made me feel happy.

Deezee said...

:)

marymurtz said...

Those times are indeed rare, and you were wise to enjoy and treasure it.

Amy Y said...

Glad you took advantage of some precious time alone! Sounds like heaven!

Sheri said...

My husband and I are like you, we've never left the boys with a sitter. I've grumbled about it many times, because I think I need that adult time more than he does. But now that they're a little older, and have more of those "kid only" events, well, it's just wonderful.

So glad she had a great time, and that you did too.

Anjali said...

So, so true, my friend!

Oh, The Joys said...

I love that!

I snuck K into the laundry room while one was napping and the other was having his "quiet time."

Bow chicka bow wow weekend!

Omaha Mama said...

I love that you went home for your date. What a great idea! I'm going to have to remember that one, it sounds just lovely.

Janet said...

A perfect use of three hours, in my opinion.

painted maypole said...

those times are lovely. but of course, and you know this, being a mother is one of the wonderful ways you can be a grown-up woman. but it shouldn't be the ONLY way. ;)

carrie said...

Oh, boy, do I know this.

This rare, but beautiful, child-free hours are so necessary.

I'm glad you and J had some of that!

QT said...

I love this post. I'm glad you had those few child-free hours, friend.

Gwen said...

Your title made me laugh. Am I 12?

Chicky Chicky Baby said...

It's always the little things.

Well, I'm sure in J's case not little. Magnificent, surely.

;)

Magpie said...

Those stolen moments are divine.

patches said...

You guys get extra credit for time management.

Mad said...

Oh, lovely.

Beck said...

Living in the same town as my parents means that not only do we have free and trustworthy babysitting, but also that I have sitters who are EAGER to watch them.
That first parentless birthday party - so much fun for the kid! so stressful for the parent!

mamatulip said...

Yes, god yes, I love this post and the little snapshot you have created with your words...these moments, they are so precious, aren't they?

luckyzmom said...

Thanks for making me smile:O)

crazymumma said...

saucy minx.

that first leave alone party is a bit of a heart stopper.