A couple nights ago... Da-da came home and took Braveheart to the store. Tenderheart stayed home with me. And let me tell you... having ONE child is different than TWO. We danced. We read books. We put on matching Bert and Ernie hats. I didn't have to carry them BOTH at the same time. I didn't have to break up "toy-tug-a-wars". I could just focus on ONE precious individual. I could give them ALL of my love and attention. Now... it's not that I can't give them all of myself when they are both with me. And, it's not that I don't love having them together. But... I think that alone time with each child is soooooooooo good. I saw things in my little Tenderheart that at times get overlooked when amidst the rustle and bustle of TWO. There is nothing better than having the four of us together. BUT... time spent with ONE is very precious. It's much like the joy of a family/friends cookout. It's such a wonderful time. And it's just as wonderful and needed as an intimate candle-light dinner with your spouse.
Da-da came home with Braveheart smiling as bright as tinsel. He quickly buried his head in one of the shopping bags to pull out a match box car and gave it to his brother. It's as if he said, "we got it at the store, Brother!" And Tenderheart had a certain triumphant twinkle in his eye... for he knew that he had danced to Billie Jean with Momma for the past 30 minutes! (Alright... maybe not the best song for him to memorize the words to... but it's just so AWESOME!)
So... we are going to try to do this "one child" thing once a week. Even if it's just an hour. It's a very special hour.