Just want to remember an evening of bonding with J. J created a game of fetching the fruit with the train, after reading the Thomas-the-Train story book. I would rather have my own time, but I was glad that I was able to put my needs away, and played with him. It was a very simple game. According to his instructions, we simply took turns to fetch the fruit with the train, then built a mountain with it, and then we ate them... carrots, green peas, apples and pineapples. The fruit did fall off the train. I managed to resist feeling the mess and telling him not to eat it, and putting aside homework that took strength to resist for a kiasu Singaporean in me. We ate it all.
Play doesn't come easy to me, I much prefer work. Play is work to me, and work is play to me. But I want to remember the main reason for going part-time is to simply play with J, no other lofty goals. Full-stop. And here I am learning to play with our boy who is growing up fast to soon become a man. Thanks for this evening. Mundane, but full of sweet precious memories.
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