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With the weather being as hot as it has been lately, nothing says summer quiet like ice cream and frozen treats. As a kid, I can recall many a night when the blender would come out of the cabinet and chocolate milkshakes would be swirling around. Or for an extra special treat, we would ride our bikes to Dairy Queen and indulge in Peanut Buster Parfaits. (still one of my favorites) When Jakey tried ice cream on his first birthday, he wasn't a big fan. Fastfoward four years to today and he really likes Drumsticks, popsicles and Dibbs. Baby Girl, however, has enjoyed ice cream since her first taste. She likes vanilla, vanilla with chocolate sauce, strawberry, ice cream sandwiches and has recently added fudgcicles into the mix. Regardless of who's eating what, it seems like more of it ends up on their hands, hair,faces and clothes than in their tummies. Perhaps it's more enjoyable to eat without caution. Nonetheless, they wear it well. Here's to the next round of frozen goodness. I have 4 years of experience being a mom and during that time I discovered that I had a hidden talent…acting. A few examples involving my four year old son. Jakey: "Mama - come look what I made!" Me: "Wow...that...is...great. (Referring the giant deposit he made in the porcelin bowl) What I really want to say: “OMG! That's gross and it stinks in here!” Jakey: “Mama - there's a huge bug in my room.” Me: Okay, I'll take care of it. (very calm) What I really want to say - “ewwww “ Jakey: Mama – watch this, it’s so funny. (referring to the same part in Shrek that we've seen a million times). Me: “Ha ha. That's really funny.” (with a smile) Inside my head: I hope this DVD melts. The best, however, is trying not to laugh when Jake constructs a story. At one point, he told me that he had a girlfriend in San Francisco (who was also four) and they had a one month old baby together. Hmm….where is hubby taking them while I’m at work? So, the next time you watch the Oscars, don’t be surprised if you see me (or any other mom) accepting the award for best actress. We’ll have the little people (literally) to thank. There's a certain freedom that I experience when I drive my car without my kids. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does it feels different. It feels quiet. Sometimes it feels empty, but this morning if felt good. Hubby took Jakey and Baby Girl to preschool/daycare this morning. As I walked out the door of my house, I only had my purse and computer in hand. I only had to make one trip to the car. I didn't have a baby in my arms, a diaper bag, extra clothes or anything else that I normally might be carrying. Next, I fastened my seat belt, only one seat belt. I didn't get Baby Girl situated in her car seat and grab for the nearest toy to keep her entertained for the 15 minute car ride. I didn't need to buckle Jake into his booster seat. I also didn't feel him kicking the back of my chair as he often does. He always says he's making music when he kicks my seat. Good answer. I turned on the radio and it was a station that I wanted to listen to. Not one of Jake's CD's. Although Jake does have an interesting taste in music for a four year old. He's clearly influenced by his dad. His CD mix includes Iron Maiden, Johnny Cash, The Cult, the Dixie Chicks, Rush, Metallica and Justin Timberlake. Okay, maybe I had something to do with Justin Timberlake. I also feel a little more relaxed. I'm always a cautious driving, but there's just a different feeling when I'm only responsible for my safety as opposed to the two other lives that are so critically important to me. So, from start to finish, it was almost 30 minutes of quiet, alone time, responsible for only myself. It certainly felt like a little bit of freedom and it felt good. We just had a whirlwind weekend. We attended two birthday parties, ran several errands, cleaned up the house and I managed to squeeze in a mom's night out to see Sex and the City. Whew.
By Sunday afternoon, the energy level was coming down. Baby Girl was sleeping, hubby was getting his haircut and Jakey and I were outside enjoying the 80 degree weather. It seems as if our days are filled with "hurry up" we need to go work, preschool, grandma's house, the store, birthday parties and so on. But I don't want our lives to be in a constant state of "hurry up". We don't need to be in a rush every time we go somewhere. Just then, the perfect thing happened. The familiar and inviting sound of the ice cream man was heard down the street. Jakey's face lit up like a 1,000 watt light bulb.
"Mama - can we get some ice cream?"
Normally, at 3PM I would say no, but it was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up.
We went inside, grabbed a couple of dollars and some loose change and greeted the ice cream man at the base of our driveway. We studied his menu and agreed on an ice cream sandwich for me and the equivalent of a fudgcicle for Jake. We laughed because the ice cream truck was playing Christmas tunes. Whatever works.
After we paid for our tasty treats, we sat on the driveway eating our ice cream and talking about whatever was on my four year old's mind. He thinks Spiderman is stronger than the Hulk and he thinks it's interesting that birds can fly and poop at the same time. It also didn't take long before his face and hands were covered in a melted, sticky, chocolate mess.
Despite leading a busy life with things to do and places to go, I never want to lose sight of spending quiet, unplanned moments...like eating ice cream on the driveway with my son.
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