I try to take my daughters out once every couple of weeks individually to spend some one-on-one time with each of them (I have three). We usually get lunch or dinner together and we go to a place of their choice – the library, the craft store, a resale shop or for a walk.
My youngest asked for some mommy and me time today and she asked if we could go to the war Memorial a few miles from our home. I was a little surprised, but, knowing my girls, I know to expect the unexpected with them.
It was a beautiful, uncharacteristically warm day and we spent about a half an hour looking at the exhibits, walking along hand-in-hand and talking about how glad she was spending time with me there and that we were able to come and see the memorial.
These represent different wars (Vietnam, Korean, WWI and WWII), but words just can’t adequately describe what we were seeing.
We did talk a little about what we were seeing, about war, and about how much I appreciate my freedom and being able to raise her and her sisters in a safe environment, free from the ravages of war.