Growing up do you remember your friend that had the fun home? Either they had a fun yard, or pool, or a trampoline, or a cool basement or game room. Their mom served great snacks and never minded the onslaught of 10 or more kids or teens. Growing up that was NOT my house, my mom was concerned about a mess, always, not that our house was spotless, but it did look pretty darn good. My mom wasn’t happy on cold days or really hot days(wonder why it was always a pleasant temp down there) when I would have friends in the basement to play, for some odd reason she never wanted them to use our bathroom. I would come up and ask, and no lie, my mom would ask them to go home to potty………come on, isn’t that odd. Now years and years later my mom even wonders what her point was, except those dirty neighborhood kids might leave it a mess………LOL, we all tease her now….and laugh.
So now I have my own kids, and guess what? We are not the fun home. We don’t have a pool, or a cool wooded yard or adjacent to one. We don’t have a game room/bonus room etc. I’m not a fun mom either I guess……….I try, but I guess I fall short. My kids have friends over, but we are not the meeting place, the hub of activity, the fall back place where kids hang.
I was thinking of this because Nick spent the night and most of 2 days with a friend. The boy had a birthday party/sleepover. Several boys went in the afternoon, they shot each other up with air soft guns, and played in the woods next to his house. Five of them slept in a tent in the backyard and stayed up until 2am………..waking at 7:30 to play some more. Then the b-day boys dad offered to take the 3 left out on the boat……….where they fished because it was too cold to go tubing. Nick arrived home @ 7pm last night, after @ 30 hours with the fun family. He was dirty and exhausted, but smiling ear to ear, and happy as a clam. Dirt and boys goes hand in hand.
So I want to know, are you the fun home? Or are you like me…….with your kids all scurrying off to more exciting homes?