I just spent the evening with one of my favorite guys, just the two of us.
D and I made steak fajitas for dinner and then traded our daytime clothes for pajamas, settled in on the couch, and watched the Foo Fighter’s documentary, “Back and Forth” (which I HIGHLY recommend, even if Dave Grohl and the guys aren’t your very favorite band as they are D’s). It was a lovely evening, punctuated by conversation only when we had something to share: there was no pressure to keep up the chatter because it was just fun to relax together.
Jim and J are gone, you see: they’re currently sailing on a small boat in the Florida Keys, on a Boy Scout snorkeling trip. They’re doing their own bonding, making memories that they’ll talk about for years, much like D and I did in 2007.
I love spending time alone with each of my boys, for many reasons. Often those reasons are entirely different, obviously because they are different people with their own unique personalities. D and I are alike in many ways (unfortunately for him, I think). We are both worry-warts. We are both pretty high strung. We both “Go big or go home”. We both like our respective routines. Of course, we have differences too, but it’s the commonalities that allow us to really enjoy the times we get to spend one on one.
I know I have written about it here several times, but I can’t stress enough to those of you who have multiple children how important it is to give your kids some undivided attention, whether it’s for an extended period of time or just while waiting for the doctor to enter the exam room. Kids remember this stuff. And so will you.