Daily writing prompt

Who do you spend the most time with?

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Finding that I’m feeling inadequate this morning as a lot of bloggers answered this prompt by saying they spend the majority of time alone. I am envious of that. Envious that I’ve never been the type to enjoy spending time alone. I always believed it was because I am the middle child of three girls. Growing up I was rarely alone.

We didn’t spend much time all together, the three of us, but I was always with one of them. When my older sister was getting to the teenage years, I liked hanging out in her room playing with her cool big sister things like her Exclamation perfume and listening to her stereo. I’d make her play a game that I made up (although I think it was already invented), but our own version of Name That Tune.

And once she would get annoyed with me, or me of her, I’d go find my younger sister. She was pretty much always outside with the cows or her horses or the dog or cats. I liked the outdoorsy stuff too and my older sister wasn’t as much into it. So I found a good balance there.

My younger sister and I helped our dad with lots of the farm chores which involved manual labour usually and we were not afraid to work. If the chores were all done, sometimes we’d ride horses together or go wandering down by the river, through our own paradise of pastures with the dog.

When we got sick of each other and had a tiff, I would go back and find my older sister again and that’s just how my days went. When I got sick of both of them, and my parents were busy or working, I’d ride my bike down to my Gramma’s. As I said, I was rarely alone. I guess because I just got so used to always being with someone, I never had to figure out how to just sit with myself. Unless I was reading or listening to music.

After my ex-husband and I separated, I truly learned what being alone is like, and lonely, since I had to share custody of our three kids with him. I didn’t do it well. I was terrible at it. Too many thoughts, ruminating thoughts, guilt, etc. That experience I’m not yet comfortable to share on here, but eventually I did meet someone else and felt less alone in the world.

Then two years ago, sweet little Sid came into our lives and since then I barely have a second alone. Which leads me finally to the answer of the prompt. I spend most, if not all of my time (except when I’m working), with my three year old. Me and my Sid. I love him to pieces. He makes everyday great and interesting and busy. He loves his Dada and he is ultimately a daddy’s boy but he is the person whom I spend the most time with, hands down. I wouldn’t have it any other way.