Maddie had a friend from school over to play. When they asked if they could all go in the backyard and play, I said yes. I have the perfect view into our backyard from my bedroom window, and my kids are well-versed on the ‘stay in the backyard only’ rule when there is no adult outside. I put the kettle of tea on to boil and grabbed my work bag. I could plop down on my bed, get some work done, enjoy some silence and tea, and watch the kids play. Perfection.
I had just set my steaming mug of cinnamon tea on the nightstand when Katie entered my room, looking glum.
“Mommy? The big girls aren’t really playing with me. Can you come out in front so I can drive around in the Barbie car?”
I really wanted to say no. I looked at the pile of work, the steaming mug of tea, the way my legs were already stretched out comfortably on the bed.
But then I looked at Katie’s little face. I, too, am the younger sister. I know how it feels to be left out.
“Sure, Katie, come on,” I said as I grabbed her hand and let my tea go cold.