My kooky niece Whitney spends an hour every morning at my house before school starts. Whitney is nine years old and full of it. Full of it ALL. And, although I feel a bit bad for my sister that she misses this morning time, and she is doing a really hard job where she feels a bit underappreciated, I am very happy for myself that Whitney is here.
Having Whitney here every morning means that Will is never bored. On the car ride to school they always make a plan for the next morning. For example, they might add a wing on their MineCraft mansion. Or they might plan a certain race in MarioKart. Sometimes they work on their Lego City which sprawls across an entire corner of Will's room. Occasionally they have a craft project they want to try. I stay completely out of it.
Having Whitney here means that Will never has to be cajoled out of bed. When I kiss him and then flip on his light at 7:00am, he hops right out of bed because he needs to be ready by 7:26 when Whitney arrives.
Having Whitney here means that I rarely have to overtly discuss things that might be worrying him about school. She is a year older and wiser and had his same teacher last year. She can tell him what to expect, or how to deal with other kids.
Having Whitney here means that I can exercise in the hour between when Amelia leaves and when I have to drive to the elementary school. And if I'm quiet, I can leave the door open and listen to the two of them laugh and laugh.
Having Whitney here means that on the very rare occasion when the weather is beautiful and I feel like we all need a break from everyday life, we can play hookie from school and Will has a built in friend. Those are precious days.
Actually, they are all precious days.