Maya being off from school – as she is today – automatically means:
- I’ll be complaining about her on this blog.
- She won’t allow me to get any work done.
- I’ll be listening to things like: “Do you want to play Sorry or Monopoly with me Mama?” throughout the day.
Here’s the thing: when Maya asks me to play with her – and the poor kid is nothing if not persistent – I find myself consumed by this little tug of war:
- Thought 1: “What’s 20 minutes of your day Ameena? Just play with her. It’s not going to kill you.”
- Thought 2: I’d rather clean my kitchen floor.
I can take Maya to the library. I can make up a batch of brownies with her. I can take her to the park for hours. I’m even up for reading five Ivy & Bean books in a row. But playing with Barbie/Lego’s/board games is something I cannot do. And this inability of mine to get on the floor and play is on the long list of things I wish I could change about myself.
But today it occurred to me that maybe I don’t have to change everything about myself in order to fit an idealistic notion of what Maya’s mother should be. I mean nobody’s perfect, right? And maybe Maya needs to start realizing this so she isn’t disappointed by imperfect people later in life.
In any case I think we can all agree that I am a master at rationalizing things to cover up my many imperfections, yes?