When you are spending time with someone they usually want you to be present. Living the moment with them. No one likes to hang around while you are texting, talking on the phone, staring off into the cosmos, multi-tasking, or distracted in general.
The Munch is no different.
She gets so irritated when I am preoccupied with my own life and not paying attention to her. It is like she is metaphorically tapping her feet waiting for me to focus on her, but instead of using subtle symbolism she is yelling “Mamma” in my face, which she is grabbing with both hands.
I get it. It annoys me when she won’t get off Facebook and I want to go play in the sandbox. But The Munch doesn’t seem to sympathize that there are only so many times I can count to ten while jumping before my mind wanders.
I really try to make an effort to commit to our time together and engage fully in her world. She is only a child craving my attentiveness for so long, and I do want to honor these memories. I make it a point to abandon my self-involvedness and immerse my psyche with hers…. Even if that means a slight obsession with playing peek-a-boo behind the tree.
But sometimes I am too engrossed with what is on my mind. So much so that I will placate whatever irrational need she has, just so I can do what it is I have to do. Today was one of those days. In order for me to concentrate on myself I gave Munch the reel of floss she had been demanding. Which she then asked me to open… and then unraveled and ate for the next half hour. At least her next diaper change will have a fresh minty scent.