Like a Cat on a Screen Door
The leaves are changing out here at the ranch at just the right pace — slowly and overnight. I can see them on the other side of my sliding glass door if I look past the kitten climbing up the screen and the other one pooping in my flowerpot.
And inside, the big cat is sleeping on my bed, the pug is chewing on a ballet slipper and my 4-year-old is putting on a fashion show, complete with green eye shadow, pink lipstick and hairstyle changes.
To top it all off, the 3-year-old is serenading us all on the microphone that some idiot mother purchased them for Christmas because for some reason I thought my children’s constant outside voices are not quite loud enough.
I’ve been working on this column for a total of three hours and this is where we’re at, fourth paragraph. No profound thoughts. No beautiful words of encouragement.
No musings on the state of the world, except maybe this is where so many of us are in these crazy times — kitchen table desks we share with Peach the naked baby doll, the sticky puddle of this morning’s pancake breakfast and coffee you won’t finish but will heat up at least 20 times between wiping butts, answering emails, defusing fights and avoiding the news and the line of sight on your second-grader’s Zoom call.
Because you’ve got pandemic hair and someone might care.
Aw, there’s an art to ignoring your children. I think it’s something parents in the ’80s and ’90s had figured out pretty well. I mean, I’m the product of the “go outside and play until we call you for supper” generation.
And that’s what we did. We rode our bikes, obeyed (most of the time) the rule to stay out of the stock dams and the world was our playground. Because we didn’t have an actual playground. Not that we needed one with all of these trees and creeks, outbuildings and forgotten machinery, cow dogs and barn cats climbing up screen doors.
My girls are too little to send outside on their own, but I’ve reached that parenting milestone where they play together in another room and I know as long as they’re loud they’re fine. And as soon as it’s silent, go check. That’s a hack not found in parenting books.
Speaking of, I haven’t heard them for a while… Peace in this house only lasts in five-minute increments.
Anyway, there also isn’t a parenting book on how to raise a kid during a global crisis. Or one on how to stay a stable parent while you fight cancer. Well, maybe there is, but who, in that situation, would have the time or energy to read it?
Just yesterday, I was listening to my 2-year-old playing babies in the living room. She was on the phone with Gramma or another mom, I couldn’t really tell, but whoever it was, she wondered if they were cancer-free.
And then she wondered how Gramma Ginny was and if her toe was feeling better and if maybe we should go get some ice cream when she gets back from her COVID test.
And lately I’ve been wondering if there was something else I should be doing to ensure that we’re raising resilient, compassionate, smart humans when there are so many distractions, when I’m not 100% healthy and especially when at anytime their little worlds can be turned upside-down, something we learned this year can happen at the drop of a hat.
Is it more conversation, a better schedule, more educational material, more structured play and lessons? Are we going to be OK here?
Well, it turns out if we just give them space to play and pretend, and we tune in every once in a while, they’ll let us know. So many of our worries came out of the mouth of little Rosie on a pretend phone call that day. But she was not angry or frantic, but caring. Compassionate. With an ice cream sundae on top.
Parents, mastering the art of ignoring our children is valuable and necessary for so many reasons, but trust me, they’re not ignoring us.
Hang in there, everyone. Hang in there like this dang cat on my screen door.
You don’t know me but I adore your blog and your words and your music. And I feel like I know you. And I’d like you to know that you’re not alone in this journey and there are many praying for you and yours. You said it best but I’ll reiterate it. HANG IN THERE.
Great post. I’m a 60s Mum, and you bet we said: Out! go outside & play! My 3 adult kids often say what a wonderful childhood they had – freedom to ride their bikes, and ‘do stuff’ with other kids. Kids are helicopter parented these days – often with good reason – they’re missing a lot. You hang in there – I also always enjoy your posts.
Thanks for being a great mama!
I love your wonderful blog and photos of you and your family. Thanks so much for sharing your stories, your music, and your big heart! You make the World a better place!
Beautiful, insightful words (as usual!)… The moment I see a new post from the Veeder Ranch I drop everything and sit down to enjoy a laugh or two, shed a tear or two, and reminisce on the days gone by when my own children were young. That time went by so quickly – thank you, Jessie, for sharing your heart and talents with the world! God bless
Thank you Crystal for reading. Glad it can bring back good memories