We are sitting in the tent that we just built on the dining room floor, surrounded by atleast a dozen stuffed animals all lined up and ready for a camp out.
The days have been exhausting lately. The weather has not been my friend. We have been home, a lot.
But today we cut snow flakes out of coffee filters and built our tent and accepted the cold temperatures.
I sat there in the tent, while Jack ran back and forth, from the tent to the playroom to his bedroom to get food and blankets for the camp out. He put the blankets down and passed out snack to his friends and said, “what next mommy?”.
“We need a campfire story”, I said.
So I told a story of a snowy day and friends lost in the woods. Of finding a cozy cabin and more friends. A story with a snow monster, that Buzz Lightyear scared away and how Minnie Mouse and Goofy made snacks and how Mike and Sully helped make the fire.
I tossed paper snowflakes in the air and made sound effects, and when I said “the end”. He said, “Mommy tell that story again”. So I told it again, with a bit more detail and a few more twists.
And at bedtime he said “can we hear that story again, tomorrow?”
Three isn’t the easiest of years (but are any of them easy?). We but heads a lot, we don’t always agree, we argue over what is an acceptable meal. But we play so much more and his imagination amazes me. And that I can understand. Cause, I too have an imagination filled with stories, I remember being a little girl and making stories in my bedroom late at night. I know the magic and wonder that a good story can bring.
This is something I’m good at, something that comes naturally to me. Story telling is so much easier for me than pretending to be Zurg or running trains around a track. And while I do those things, I don’t always enjoy them or feel like I’m good at them.
So often in this journey of motherhood I feel like I’m failing. Like someone else is doing it better. That someone else is getting it right. But in that moment, telling that story, I felt like I was right where I belonged, like I was getting it right. Like I just might be good at this mothering thing.