When Ephraim gets mad, he has very small, ineffective temper tantrums. He goes behind the sofa in the playroom, squeezes himself between the sofa and the sofa table, and he lays very still and quiet. Occasionally, if he gets really worked up, he thumps the back of the sofa with his tiny feet. We have to listen hard to hear his furious thumpings. I'm sure I'm being a terrible mother by doing this, but I can't help but laugh at his miniature misbehavior. Our adult children are right. Ephraim gets away with murder. When the older kids acted up when they were little, they got in trouble; when Ephraim does it, it is cute. That's the difference between that ubermom of the 80's versus this old-and-tired mom of today who realizes just how quickly those childhood years zip past. I'm trying really hard to enjoy all of my little ones' antics -- even those of which the ubermom of my previous life would not have approved.
Today is Ben's and my twenty-eighth wedding anniversary. I feel so old! I know there are folks out there reading my blog who aren't even twenty-eight years old! We started dating our freshman year in college and married during spring break of our senior year. I was only twenty years old, and Ben had just turned twenty-one years old. We have been together more than half of our lives! I'm still totally in love with Ben and thank God for giving me such a perfect mate. Tonight we plan to stick the kids in front of a movie, eat a little steak and shrimp (prepared by Ben) and sip a little wine. I know that doesn't sound like an exciting date, but it's perfect for me. Ben offered to take me wherever I wanted to go, but I'd much rather eat his wonderful cooking and have a couple of hours of quiet time together than have to find a babysitter, drive forty-five minutes into town, wait and wait and wait for a table at a restaurant on a Saturday night, spend money on food that's not any better than Ben's, and finally come home late to overly-tired and overly-excited children who should have been in bed hours earlier.
Kicking the Back of the Sofa