It didn’t take long after we returned from our family vacation in New York City for us to be completely thrown back into our normal life. The kids have taken turns getting colds and staying home from school, we celebrated Beau’s birthday over the weekend, Justin’s back in the office and I just got home from a full day in Los Angeles shooting a new campaign for a cosmetics company.
The lunches need to be made every morning, the plants need to be watered, carpooling to school, shopping for groceries with Evvie, homework… My husband and I are two ships passing in the night. We take turns with certain tasks on the evenings he doesn’t get home late, and the nights that he does go by in a blur of moving parts. We convene at dinner time and sometimes in the mornings, but otherwise we’re all shifting from one thing to the next, day in and day out.
I miss the inconsistency of vacation and the uncomplicated schedules because we were always together and that’s all that mattered.
The ten days that we spent in New York City were the equivalent to a course in Total Immersive Parenting and Marriage-ing. The trip was so much more for us than I could have hoped for; We spent entire days together, all of us, from sun up to sun down and things within our little-ish family only grew closer and tighter. We spent more than a few nights all piled on top of each other in a hotel room, and while it was extraordinarily challenging at times, it was fun. It felt like camping and it brought us all back to the basics of living together and functioning as a well oiled machine-something that being together in such close quarters will do. It reminded me of our life in our little apartment on the East River and the days I spent with them before school brought early mornings, long days and homework.
Maybe I’m not ready for them to be this grown up, and that’s ok.
I can embrace trips like this and try to apply what works about them to our everyday lives. After all, we’re so lucky to get to do things like this, and I was so worried going into it that it would be too difficult. I was nervous that Beau would be challenging on the plane and that they’d all be so out of their comfort zone that it would negatively affect our experience. I couldn’t have been more wrong, thankfully. They were just fine, more than great just being with us and with each other.
This is it. We’re getting to the middle chapters of this life, the spine is cracked, the pages are dogeared and I’m just settling in to enjoy it.
Several photos taken on location at a Kid & Coe property.