shifting reality
new realities emerge daily in my life. sometimes i accept them gracefully, at others i arrive at my new place battered and bruised.
ruby came into my life when i was 41 and a half, rather late in the game for motherhood- at least if i’d used one of my own eggs. hazel landed when i was 44 and a half. life has never been the same.
i had a lot of years when it was just me (and chester) that i planned for and worried about. a lot of years of dinners out, movies on a whim, late nights , weekends away. it’s all different now. i know its different, but sometimes even knowing it is, my plans morph into new realities.
life with 2 small children has opened my eyes to the pure wonder and joy of life. along with adding to the already generous amount of gray i sport these days. travel with 2 small children presents a myriad of challenges- just the gear alone to keep them going is impressive. bottles, bunnies, blankies and this time - a potty!
ruby loved our trip to jackson. she and avery were instant buddies . playing for hours without a single incident. avery at 8 , with her jack o lantern smile was in big sister heaven.
hazel on the other hand, did not adjust so well to our vacation mode. the mornings of my conference she screamed and cried inconsolably from the time my car left the driveway to the time i arrived home, poor valerie looked years older after each morning session. valiantly trying a new strategy each day. so after three days of crying and no sleep for anyone in the house, it just wasn’t working. we cut short our trip to save everyone’s sanity.
i was sorry not to get back to string lake, or take the hike around bradly taggart. but ruby got to see bison, swim in a lake at the base of the most beautiful mountains in the word, and cement her bond with avery. i got to re visit my heart’s home, see old and dear friends admire the wonderful green home they have built and be part of their lives for a few days.
i was sad to leave the valley as always. bruised a bit by my new reality that despite well laid plans, kids just need what they need.
ruby came into my life when i was 41 and a half, rather late in the game for motherhood- at least if i’d used one of my own eggs. hazel landed when i was 44 and a half. life has never been the same.
i had a lot of years when it was just me (and chester) that i planned for and worried about. a lot of years of dinners out, movies on a whim, late nights , weekends away. it’s all different now. i know its different, but sometimes even knowing it is, my plans morph into new realities.
life with 2 small children has opened my eyes to the pure wonder and joy of life. along with adding to the already generous amount of gray i sport these days. travel with 2 small children presents a myriad of challenges- just the gear alone to keep them going is impressive. bottles, bunnies, blankies and this time - a potty!
ruby loved our trip to jackson. she and avery were instant buddies . playing for hours without a single incident. avery at 8 , with her jack o lantern smile was in big sister heaven.
hazel on the other hand, did not adjust so well to our vacation mode. the mornings of my conference she screamed and cried inconsolably from the time my car left the driveway to the time i arrived home, poor valerie looked years older after each morning session. valiantly trying a new strategy each day. so after three days of crying and no sleep for anyone in the house, it just wasn’t working. we cut short our trip to save everyone’s sanity.
i was sorry not to get back to string lake, or take the hike around bradly taggart. but ruby got to see bison, swim in a lake at the base of the most beautiful mountains in the word, and cement her bond with avery. i got to re visit my heart’s home, see old and dear friends admire the wonderful green home they have built and be part of their lives for a few days.
i was sad to leave the valley as always. bruised a bit by my new reality that despite well laid plans, kids just need what they need.
posted by chris at
1:26 PM
1 Comments:
In my experience, the best moms are the ones that do what you did, respond to their children's needs. Sorry to hear Hazel had a hard time!
Kate
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