Date Night With My Boys
A few weeks ago it was Date Night week for me and my boys!
Inspired by an impromptu late night shopping trip for Christmas jumpers with my four year old, I vowed to dedicate a night to each of my boys on their own. Our last minute outing came about because, typically of me, we remembered at about 7pm that it was Christmas jumper day at school the following day and not one of my boys owned a single red top let alone anything with a Santa stuck down a chimney on!
With two boys in the bath and one lying in bed reading his latest ‘Diary of a Wimpy Kid’ book, I left my husband in charge so that me and one of my brood could dash to the shops before they closed. What initially seemed like a complete chore turned into a lot of fun. We actually had a one on one conversation in the car with no-one butting in half way through. We went on the escalator instead of the stairs much to my sons delight as we didn’t have a buggy to contend with. We danced like there was no-one watching as Christmas music was piped in to the deserted shopping centre and my third son is still young enough to not care if we look like fools! It reminded me that as much as I love having four boys and they are blessed to have one another, a little bit of one on one time with them is also important.
Every night at bedtime we have ‘mummy time’. Each of them has ten minutes on their own with me (which usually turns into about twenty minutes by the time they have used every excuse under the sun to keep me there!). It makes for a very long bedtime routine but it is totally worth it. They all love their ‘mummy time’ and it is my favourite time of day with them as we snuggle down together and read a book, or chat about our day whilst we have a cuddle.
So, when I told them all that they were each going to have a date night with me they were over the moon. The date night consisted of late night shopping for Christmas presents followed by dinner out at a restaurant of their choice.
Being aged just eight, six and four, you can probably guess the choice of restaurant! Let’s just say that if I never see another Big Mac, it will be too soon! It didn’t matter what we were eating though, it was the company that was the icing on the cake. I took them all to an ice cream parlour following our meal where my six year old took great delight in showing me a trick his dad taught him – ‘let the ice cream cone do the work and not your tongue’ he told me as he swizzled his cone around in his hand. My four year old amazed me by demolishing every last bit of a Big Mac rather than his usually little happy meal, although this plus the ice cream did leave him with a bit of a sore tummy! Thank goodness I talked him out of the three scoops of mint choc chip he insisted he could manage! My eight year old gave me strict instructions not to call it a ‘date night’ as that was just embarrassing! He quickly forgot this though as he posed for a selfie with our ice creams in the middle of the shopping centre.
It may have only been a couple of hours but each of my boys absolutely loved having me to themselves with no competition. And I have to say that I loved it even more. The fact that it was a ‘date night’ like I have with their Dad (once in a blue moon!) made them feel important and grown up.
All three boys may have chosen the same format for their date nights but they are so individual and special in their own ways that it felt fresh each time. I think we may have now started a little tradition that we will enjoy for many years to come.