Fresh from a busy weekend of meeting, playing and coffee drinking*, I had a “Carrie” moment when I realised parallel play is not just for toddlers, it happens to mammies and daddies too (or mommies if it was a real Carrie moment).
I had the pleasure of meeting up with not one, not two, but seven of my lovely friends at different stages over the weekend. We all had kids in tow, we all played and we all drank coffee but mostly we just did it alongside each other rather than “together”. Sentences were started but not finished. Questions were asked but went unanswered. And on at least three occasions, I sprang to my feet and darted across a padded floor stroke playground mid-conversation to either split up a toddler fight or scoop up a little boy who had fallen/was pushed/realised I’d dared to move my eyes away from him for five seconds. If I’m honest, I had to do this waaaay more often than my friends but sure that’s just the way my little man rolls.
I suppose this is just the way it’ll be for the next few years and I’m happy to take the learning that if I want to have a chat, I need to schedule my catch up times after 8pm and preferably with wine. All other get togethers will be strictly side-by-side play – not together play – with lots of shouting and running around. Bring it on!
*It’s a hard life I know. I also ran my first ever 5k so I think I deserved the rest of the easy weekend and Daddy deserved a lie in 🙂