This week, Whim and I spent some one-on-one (two-on-one?) time with M. He had a few doctors appointments with a specialist that had to be done during the school day- the perfect excuse for lunch out and a post-appointment coffee shop visit, just the three of us.
With two sons, close in age, who share a group of friends and are enrolled in the same school and extracurricular activities, I appreciated the chance to shift focus to him, to let him be an "only child" for an afternoon or two. And L, who was picked up after school by a beloved auntie instead of me, felt so brave and mature and special, too.
They get along well, fighting and playing as brothers do, making the most of a shared bedroom and a constant companion. But everyone needs to be recognized individually, to be seen, from time to time.
I never liked the dating your children thing- "mother/son dates" aren't for me. But I think it's time for some only-child outings. L's up next.