I am currently sitting in a lovely bedroom community outside of Houston staying with friends. It was a last minute trip and I'm loving it. I used to do things like this a million years ago before I was married and had a child and I've learned that it's not completely out of my reach even now.
The kids here are 8 (soon to be 9) and 11 (going on 25) and they adore Hollis and Hollis is over the moon. It makes me realize he really, really needs to be around more children. He follows Logan everywhere and looks to Emma for help and they play with him endlessly, selflessly, and happily. And I will be meeting another friend's little girl (also 8, soon to be 9) later today and I imagine it will be much the same scenario.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning with some great grown-up conversation and interaction under my belt and a new perception of myself: I'm limited only by my own imagination. I'm like Dumbo with a feather, I just needed an excuse to believe it could be different.
If you want to read a different sort of writing from me check out Hobo Mama and my guest-blogger post. I write about lying-in in with your new baby and its benefits.