Yesterday, Ryan and I braved the trip from NY to NH with two under two and a dog. In the Highlander. All. Day. Long. I drove about three hours of the trip, and I had a lot of time to think about life and be introspective – something that doesn’t happy too much with a baby and a toddler. Truly, our lives are madness. I have a full time job in marketing, a part time job with my little shop and my husband is about to embark on 9 months of being a geo-bachelor.
^^^ the noisemaker
Around 1 PM or so, we had crossed the ferry from NY through to VT, and our boys settled down for their naps, leaving us with some silence in the car, again – rare.
I love my life. I love the chaos, but I also love the silence. Before Spencer was born, I loved to drive in my little Civic, blaring my music and going [slightly] above the speed limit. Since having children, any time I can have absolute silence in my car, I take it. The same goes for my house, for that matter. Once the kids are asleep and the house is silent, I can take a breath and find my center again.
And then I realize I’m old! I’ve become my mother! I love my quiet, simple moments, and that’s okay.
This isn’t an exciting post, or anything really that important, really, but it was something that really stood out for me during the drive. And, this evening, when I was able to get my little babies in bed again, I felt like I had to write it – if only to come back and reflect upon it later.
