Something I think about every time I’m in NYC is how incredibly anxious I was at the thought of raising my kids here. Coming from my cozy little town surrounded by family, it seemed dirty and scary and positively the last place I envisioned myself to be even semi-permanently with my babies.
Until I got here.
I steeled myself each time I loaded Jack and Zoe into the double stroller and headed out into the middle of Manhattan, only to find the people around town to be nothing but incredibly kind and helpful. Strangers helped me with my stroller in the subway, held doors for me without fail, and one time a man chased me down the street to return a wad of cash that had fallen out of my pocket with my MetroCard.
A couple of days ago, a gentleman even offered me his own umbrella as we passed each other on the sidewalk in the pouring rain and sleet.
This is New York City, the place that changed me as a person, an adult, and even as a mother.
I decided last year after we had gotten settled into our new life, new home and new town in the Bay Area that we needed to make frequent trips back to the city with the entire family. If we can afford it, this would be the trip that I would choose to take annually, to bring Jack and Zoe back “home”, to keep Beau acquainted with the place of his birth, and to slowly introduce Evangeline to the place where we really became who we are today as a family of six.
It’s fascinating to watch the kids reacclimate themselves to the pace here-it’s entirely different from what they are used to now, yet they are so comfortable with walking down the street with tons of people, you’d think they never left.
They are as giddy and delighted by the new experiences and places to see as I am, or maybe I am myself in a childlike state of perpetual excitement here in my own personal playground. There’s just something about it, like an unclaimed love note it’s something that I need that I never knew I already had.
I don’t want to leave and that in itself breaks my heart. I want this to be enough.
Traveling with all four children has definitely had its challenges but more than anything I am so grateful for this experience. We are all better individually and as a family changing our normal routine to encompass and embrace this part of our lives in a time of so much growth. I couldn’t be happier to see how it’s affecting them in the loveliest way, too.