I love the inbetween times. Those spontaneous moments, or whole hours, squeezed between the things that have to happen, one way or another. Once homework is complete. Screen time satisfied. The nagging to do the chores has faded. Also, the not so great moments, that are all part of growing up, have run their course.
What’s left? The inbetween time. In all its unplanned glory.
Time filled with fun and laughter. I love to hear them laugh. Everyone is part of the joke and they laugh together. Carefree laughter. Belly aching laughs. Masks lowered with the people who know them best and love them.
Those are the times that my children will remember as being their childhood. When the sky was always blue. When they ate outside every evening, listening to the greenfinch in the tree and driving each other mad. When they mucked around and played badminton in the back garden. Laughing helplessly together. Those are the happy moments they will remember. This kind of laughter is magic. It creates enduring memories. The rest will be there, but secondary.