Now there’s a room I’d like to visit…
Yesterday while I was checking in at the front desk at the Y {for swim lessons, not for personal exercise lest anyone be impressed}, the Preschooler kept tugging at my arm and whispering something I couldn’t understand. When I was finally able to bend down close enough to hear her I realized what it was she had been repeating over and over for the past several minutes…
“Mommy, I need to go to the resting room.”
Immediately, I knew where we better head. And, off we went ran to the women’s locker room.
Secretly, though, this is how I wanted to reply to the innocent Preschooler…
“Listen. I don’t know where the resting room is, but if you find one, will you please let me know because I want to go there with you. And, when we get there, I think we should stay there for several hours and not tell anyone, particularly your sister, where we are. We’ll take books and magazines and iced tea {or milk} and just camp hide out there for awhile. It will be great. Yes, please take me with you to the resting room!”
I think we all need one of those…
