I haven’t really had any time with Keira since coming home from China. Not really. Not solid, tangible alone time. The kind that equals just her and I for hours at a time.
So in a way? I guess I feel like we haven’t really had the time to just “be”. We’re making it. But we’re just getting through, in a way.
Don’t get me wrong – I love her deeply. But, sometimes?
Sometimes I feel like I don’t know her. And she doesn’t know me. And we’re just moving through the day from chore to chore or action to action. Eating, changing diapers, playing with toys, napping, more eating, more diapers, bath time, bedtime. On and on.
I know this is a side-effect of having more than one child in the home. It leaves little one-on-one time. Especially when the two children are only 19 months apart.
And so I’m hopeful.
Even though it’s hard to drop Quint off at school, I can see that it’s going to afford me the chance to have five hours alone with Keira, twice a week. And that’s something she’s never had with me.
Something I’m pretty sure she’s never had with anyone…