On Sunday, our whole family had a picnic in the park.
James and I, the girls.
We don’t usually go with each other. Park visits are usually a precious chance for a break for the other parent. But ever since our discovery that we’re both starved for creative time, we’ve taken to budgeting our time with the girls. I take them for long stretches on some days, he takes them for long stretches on some days, and then we have family days for all of us.
Sunday was a family day.
Reading over this, it sounds quite miserable.
Scheduling time to parent? How obnoxious!
But we actually had discovered we were more miserable with each of us responsible for everything all the time — so we started scheduling breaks.
We realized that we were starving. Neither one of us was making any of the art we needed to make to feel whole.
Usually Sundays devolve into a grumpy list of things to do do before the week starts.
This Sunday was a joy.
Because James and I had each had our alone time the week before, we were somehow, better with our girls. More patient. More focused on their needs. We enjoyed each other.
And our girls, being our girls, enjoyed multiple costume changes.
But where that kind of clothing change might have driven James and I batty on any other Sunday (argh! just wear your ONE OUTFIT), we indulged.
Nora Lea, may have had five costume changes. Her Tea Collection dress and sandals, were part of her third change of the day.
Maybe it’s like with food. Or money.
Budgeting makes the good stuff all the more enjoyable.
We actually had cleared some room to enjoy ourselves.
But when we get in the thick of it, it’s too easy to forget.
James and I both just pitch in to slog through 104% always.
And resentful becomes the day’s secret word.
Feeling resentful is a creativity drainer for me. I don’t want to model that kind of behavior for my girls. I want to show them how healthy creativity works.
Maybe it’ll help them protect their creative time too.