So I didn't yell or fuss: I did as I used to do when my kids were smaller I turned to Mister Rogers instead.Ģ018 Caldecott winner Matthew Cordell's Hello, Neighbor! The Kind and Caring World of Mister Rogers was released in April, but it just arrived at our house last week. It was a moment I wish I could have more often. I realized I was looking at children, not little adults. I could have yelled and fussed, which is what I normally do, but I took a look at them, and I was stunned. This past Sunday morning, I was anxious to get the day started, and my kids were lolling about at the kitchen table, picking at each other, not eating their fruit, arguing over the funny paper, and I was about to lose it. Yes, our kids miss their friends, but gone is the peer pressure, the intensity to mature, the mean girls and mean boys who were beginning to exert so much influence. Our oldest children are on the verge of tweendom, and what this time has gifted us is control of their childhoods, and it's an incredible gift. Not just grateful for extra time with our families, or not being burdened with after school lessons and slow cooker meal plans or any of the other everyday timesucks and hardships that happen when life is what it used to be. Why rehash it all when you surely understand what I mean?īut as we were talking, we came upon something else: We are grateful. A friend and I were talking the other day about having our kids at home all the time, and yes, we complained about messes and fights (I mean, MESSES AND FIGHTS), and about how many snacks they seem to need, and the endless dirty dishes and laundry, etc., etc.
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