My oldest daughter, the very undemanding child who knows how to entertain herself, asks me this at least a dozen times a day. The problem is, I don't say "yes" very often. Not because I don't want to (although, if I'm being honest, sometimes I don't want to), it just seems like there is never time. When I'm not doing homework, there's all those annoying chores.
And then there's that thing where you go to bed and close your eyes and lie very still. What is it called? Sleep?
Ugh. I never wanted to be one of those moms.
I fear she is suffering from the proverbial "Middle Child Syndrome" and I am suffering from "Chronic Maternal Guilt".
Not just guilt, but I truly want to be with her and do fun "girl" things.
So I planned a night for us, no boys or toddlers allowed. No interruptions. No "can you wait just one minute?" Just she and I. Full, undivided attention. We called it "Mommy/Daughter Date".
I secretly bought tickets to Disney on Ice's "Princess Wishes" and - hard as it was - kept it a secret.
Although Hubby let the cat out of the bag the day of, it all still worked out nicely.
She picked the restaurant for dinner, which was, lucky for me, Carrabba's, and not McDonald's.
Look at her. Is she not the sweetest thing ever?!
And just let me say (Kyle, you would be proud) the staff was so very friendly and attentive to her. They treated her like a young lady and made us feel very special. We felt as though we were the most important people in the room.
After dinner we headed to the show. She requested Van Halen and we listened to "Jump", bopping around the van and singing at the top of our lungs. Then we played a rhyming game, at which, incidentally, she is very good. She rhymed "canteloupe" and "antelope".
Am I being ridiculously biased, or is that a great rhyme?
And then we arrived (after 45 minutes of looking for a parking spot). She literally had me by the hand, dragging me as fast as her legs could go.
We were NOT disappointed. It was a spectacular show. At one point, the dragon from Sleeping Beauty actually breathed fire onto the ice and THE ICE WAS ON FIRE.
But the best part? My little girl was constantly hugging me and holding my hand. If I took my arm from around her to take a picture, she quickly put it back. I didn't have to stop to change a diaper or unload the dishwasher. I didn't have to think about anything but her.
On the way home I told her how much fun I had just being with her. And she said, "We should do this more often."
I couldn't agree more.