Finding quality time with my young’uns as preschoolers wasn’t a problem. They were my shadows, my constant companions. And like a lot of kids, they wouldn’t want to just sit down and play a game of Candyland. They’d want to sit down and play 25 games of Candyland. And they wouldn’t want to just read a story or 2. They’d want to read 10.
Now, they are growing school-aged kids and with this comes growing independence, too. This is a blessed thing, especially on Saturday mornings when I can sleep in even if they are already up because they are old enough to know not to catch the house on fire or flush legos down the toilet or draw Sharpie art on the walls.
But the downside? I fret we don’t get enough quality time. Between school, homework, and activities, my former shadows are no longer glued to my hip. Plus, there are other growing-up facts, like they can read on their own and engage in other independent activities. Sure, I can read aloud to them, have heart-to-heart talks with them, and shoot nerf gun bullets at them. In doing these things and others, it seems our quality time is measured by the quality of our time together, not the quantity. It’s measured by how much of me I’m giving them when I can, while I can.
Parenting seasons come and go; what worked at an earlier time won’t necessarily work now. So, I’d love to know:
What advice do you have for making the most of your time with growing kids?