I often feel I neglect my kids.
"Go outside and play", I say.
"Haven't you got jobs to do"?
"Who's on dogs"?
"Why isn't the table set"?
"Who left lego all over the lounge room floor"?
"Why are the chooks still out"?
Some days it feels as though this is the only dialogue I throw their way.
And I go to bed every night thinking tomorrow will be different, tomorrow I will listen with both ears when they tell me of their day at school. Tomorrow I will be calmer, tomorrow I won't raise my voice. Tomorrow I will talk, watch, play, be an active member in their lives.
And yesterday I did. At least for a little while.
Walking back from the yards with Sally after locking the milker's calves away, just as the sun was dropping low. "Mum, come and watch us on the trampoline", the other three chorused from the front yard.
And instead of telling them I had to go and start dinner, I did.
They set me up a chair. And I watched. And I took photos.
And I worried about them hitting their heads on low hanging branches.
And we talked.
As the sun sent its last golden rays across us.
About Ben 10 watches, and other equally important issues.
And because it ended up so late, and Dad wasn't going to be home...
...we had toast for tea.