They say that taking a vacation with children is not actually a vacation. It is a trip. Vacation implies rest, relaxation, and renewal, and traveling with kids is pretty much anything but those. You know, because everything with kids takes more time, more stuff, and more energy. (The diapers, the toys to distract, the changes in schedules, the general disruption of normal, daily, quasi-easy life.)
All of this I think is true. Our trip to New York was exactly that, a trip. However, even though it wasn't a lot of R and R, the girls did so well, that I do feel a little bit renewed coming back. You know, when I'm not so bummed out to be back.
Being away from home was so good for us. I loved not having laundry to fold or cleaning to do. And my absolute favorite was how my husband didn't have his usual To Do list hanging over his head and interfering with spending quality time together. We all had no home (and Adam had no work) responsibilities to keep us from just Being.
Being in the moment.
There is an energy to New York that I have never felt anywhere else. And although I was worried about how our girls would be received in a city stereotyped for it's indifferent residents, I was pleasantly surprised to find that even some New Yorkers can't help but smile at my two little kids dancing down the street.
The pace is crazy fast, but also invigorating, and although I imagine living there could get exhausting, the vibe of New York City makes coming home to suburbia feel very... blah. Of course, this could also be some post-trip blues.
(My blues are made worse by the photos from the trip. Although I took almost 700 photos I did not get many quality ones, which has left me feeling even more inadequate and self-conscious as the novice photographer I am.)
Photography woes aside, it was a perfect first family trip out to visit my sister. Made more perfect by her wedding, and so many close family friends all gathered together.
Look forward to at least one more post about the trip, detailing some of my favorite moments.