Two weeks ago tonight, I was in the boys room. Purging. Because it’s a constant battle – one I feel like I’m always losing. So I was elbow deep in throwing away papers from the school bins when Eden called me into the kitchen. Then she disappeared. She and Liberty, with much help from all small children, planned a date night. They made supper, lit candles, strung tiny lights, put dessert in the fridge, and left with 8 of the 9 kids. Creed slept through it all. The kids went out for pizza. Together. Alone. They went shopping. Together. Alone. They went out for ice cream. Again, together, alone.
It was the coolest thing. And strangest. Because my kids are old enough to do all that. Baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, bacon wrapped asparagus… they worked hard, planned it for days, bribed kids (successfully!) to secrecy with ice cream, and grabbed town clothes to change once they got down the road so I was none the wiser. They stopped a couple miles away in a parking lot to change in the van.
They’re a pretty awesome bunch. And they’re growing up so super fast.