Seriously, I know I’m not considered young, at 40 I’m pretty much on the downward slide to middle aged! *gasp* But mostly I still feel the same way I did when I was 21, add a few, ok, more than a few kg’s, grey hairs, lines, wrinkles, sun spots and saggy bits, I’m pretty much still the same person.
So imagine my surprise when somebody recognized me as a mature, trustworthy adult capable of looking after their precious 3 year old. Lord knows, I have a hard time trusting anyone to care for Ava without my supervision, so I was really honoured when the parents of one of Ava’s besties from school agreed to allow her to have a play date with Ava at the Spur on Saturday? You can imagine, the responsibility of caring for my own child already weights heavily on my shoulders, now we had another precious child added to the mix and both Walter and I were weighted down by the responsibility.
The girls had a great time though and I must say, I felt honoured that somebody trusted me enough to allow their little angel to spend a day with us.
The girls did beg to continue their play date back at our house after we were done at Spur and eventually we called an end to the play date after 5pm when both these little angels were showing signs of extreme exhaustion.
But I was so unprepared for the hugging, clinging, crying, snot & trane that went along with the ending of the play date. Amy was desperate for Ava to sleep over at her house and Ava was desperate to stay. When she woke up on Sunday morning, the first words out of her mouth where: “Where is Amy?” And the second sentence was: “Am I going to play at Amy’s house today!”
So that was a parental first for Walter and I, hosting an unsupervised play date but it went very well and we look forward to many more in the future.