We spent the past week in the Bay Area. While my husband worked in the city, I worked my way across the city as tour guide with our three kids. It was a whirlwind. I am significantly outnumbered, namely with a two-year-old whose greatest skills include running and running even faster when you ask him to stop. But, I swear to you, it was so much fun for me. I suppose this is what parenthood does to you: It makes you completely crazy and then you find the crazy to be some of the best moments of your life. I don’t even try to get it anymore. Whatever. More than almost anything else in the world, travel forces you to live in the present, which is just about the only way that you can survive well when parenting young children anyways. There was whining and yelling (from me, too) and there were great memories made amidst all of the chaos.
And then, we were able to come home and remember why having a home feels so lucky and so good.
Both, And. Today, this. Tomorrow, that. Home and Away. Roots and Wings. Presently living to make what will be, as my son said while we were away, future “core memories.”
I wrote this; it's for all of us who take our kids anywhere we can (out to dinner counts), even when it's hard and tiring - keep going if it makes you (and them) feel good. Your kids will thank you and you will thank yourself. Cheers.
I’d wander the world with them by my side if money were air and time didn’t divide.
I’d wander and learn and pretend to live there for awhile until the wind blew the way to the new place we’d play.
“That girl with the kids? Have you seen her around? I can’t figure out what she’s doing in town.
Her husband comes and goes and nobody knows what she’s all about.”
They’d say all that and then they’d go back to their houses and families and friends.
She has a home and a family and friends, just like you. Her dreams and her wanderlust are large, like yours, too.
But instead of sitting idle and finding reasons why she can’t, she goes. And she goes and where she’ll stop,
well, she knows.
By the water or by the fire, on a couch or in a house with her family and friends and her dreams on a map of the next place she’ll be.