My boys have been together the majority of the summer. From sun up to sun down — they share a room, toys and parents. On Wednesday my husband took our older son to a lecture about a computer programming system they’ve been using together. That meant our younger son and I had a “date night”.
Given that his big brother was getting dinner out, my younger son quickly convinced me it was only fair that we went out to eat, too. After dropping big brother and my husband at the park and ride, we headed to Taqueria Guayamas, my son’s choice.
In the car, almost as soon as the door had shut he said, “It’s nice to have time alone with you, Mama.”
He continued to talk, almost non-stop, for the remainder of the evening. The “stage” was his…and he made the most of it. Speculation about what we’d do with our free hours. Discussion of what it will be like in Kindergarten. Musings over the people at the table next to us in the restaurant. You name it, he covered it.
As an only child, I never had to share the stage with a sibling. Seeing how excited he was for “time alone” made me realize how both our sons need that alone time with a parent more regularly.
As the younger brother, my son has always shared the stage. I know he likes having a brother…most of the time. But “alone time” with me was a good opportunity for him to be in charge. For him to talk. For him to get all the attention.
Only when it was time for bed did he show signs that he missed his big brother.
“I’ll just wait to sleep until he gets home,” he mentioned casually from his top bunk.
He’d been asleep for an hour by the time my husband and older son got home.
“Where’s E?” my older son asked as soon as he was in the door.
Yes, they both thoroughly enjoyed their “time alone” with a parent. But, it was reassuring that by the end of the night, reconnecting with each other was top of mind.