We had a long lay-over in the Dallas airport on our way home. They have these really great carpeted areas with equipment to climb and play on and plenty of space to run. The first area where the kids played, I see Ana stand up on the plane in the middle of the area with all the other kids (mine and strangers) around her. “Okay!” she announces in a loud voice, “Now we are going to play a game, but you can only speak in Spanish.” I immediately called her name, and she came running over to me. I explained that we were now in the USA, and she couldn’t expect other kids to be fluent in both English and Spanish. Ha!
Fast forward to playing in another area in different wing of the airport… Ana finds a new friend wherever we go. Lo and behold I see her playing with a new friend that looks about 4 years old. I observe that she is chasing this little girl who is one of the “Three Little Pigs” and Ana is the “Wolf.” (My kids have recently taken a liking to the old classic Disney cartoons of the Three Little Pigs on Netflix). I motion her over to me. “Ana, you can’t play games like that with just anyone. A lot of little kids are scared of things like wolves. Can you pick something different to play with her?” Ana thinks for a moment, “Oh yeah, Mom. Like princesses?” I agree with her and say that it is a great idea to play princesses. Ana turns to the little girl, and this is what I overhear AG saying, “OK, you can be Snow White, and I can be the witch.” (me: head in palm) Ha!
We had been aware of our furlough dates for quite some time. I, of course, shared the plans with the kids and later regretted it because they asked for 6 months solid, “How much longer until the United States, Momma?” They were also aware that we were going to “the farm” aka “Gram and Pop’s house” for the first part of our trip. So “When are we going to the US?” changed to “When are going to Gram and Pop’s house?”
When we were finally in our first weeks of being in the USA, one Wednesday night at church my little Maggie was so worn out. She had played on the farm all day, and she was ready to go home and go to bed. We were in the church lobby area when she looked at me, and said, “Momma, I really want to go back to the United States.” It was at this point that I realized she equated the United States to “Gram and Pop’s house.” Ha!
I returned 2 weeks early so that I could attend my best friend’s wedding. My mom so graciously kept my kids for 3 extra days so that I could go see my best friend, spend some quality time with her before the wedding, and be there child-free. I was so excited to see them when they arrived with my parents to the actual wedding. Cohen is my little boy with two older princess-loving sisters. He is very aware of princess lingo. I was so excited to show Jeannie, the bride, my little boy that isn’t so little anymore. I took him up to the bridal chamber and when he saw Jeannie, he immediately commented, “Momma, look! A “PIN-SESS!” I thought that was so sweet.
The funny came toward the end of the wedding. After the ceremony, eating, visiting, and dancing, it was well past my kids’ bedtime. Jeannie and Siran were making their exit in front of the building where the reception had been held. As we were walking around to the front as a family, I noticed Cohen was very sleepy-eyed. He looked up at me and said, “Momma, I tired. No more pin-sess. No more pincess.” Ha!