June 15, 2006

Out of the mouths of babes

Today Son told me he wanted to have "family night" tonight.

Family Night has sort of expanded out over the entire week now that the weather is so nice. We used to just have movie night on Fridays, but now we try to do something every night of the week.

No, we aren't having potato sack races ala The Brady Bunch, but we are going outside and getting active. This includes showing Son how to throw a frisbee, and Daughter somehow getting into the poison ivy. (Her blisters are drying up and she hasn't shown any major discomfort.)

I mention this because Son got pretty adamant about wanting me to stick around tonight. I usually go up to Curves shortly after Husband gets home, but this week I haven't because, well, I've either not had a vehicle or I've just flat out not wanted to go.

I wonder, will Son keep these "family nights" as great memories? Will these be something that give him a sense of security and comfort? I never had anything like this when I was growing up, and to my knowledge neither did Husband. I like it, don't get me wrong; not going up to Curves isn't going to kill me, and I'd rather spend the time with my family.

Last night Son and Daughter curled up with Husband on the couch while watching cartoons. I looked at that and thought how great it is that my kids love their father so much, and how their relationship with their dad will be so much better than the one I had (or didn't have) with my dad.