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Wander the World

We spent the past week in the Bay Area. While my husband worked in the city, I worked my way across the city as tour guide with our three kids. It was a whirlwind. I am significantly outnumbered, namely with a two-year-old whose greatest skills include running and running even faster when you ask him to stop. But, I swear to you, it was so much fun for me. I suppose this is what parenthood does to you: It makes you completely crazy and then you find the crazy to be some of the best moments of your life. I don’t even try to get it anymore.  Whatever.

More than almost anything else in the world, travel forces you to live in the present, which is just about the only way that you can survive well when parenting young children anyways. There was whining and yelling (from me, too) and there were great memories made amidst all of the chaos.

And then, we were able to come home and remember why having a home feels so lucky and so good.

Both, And. Today, this. Tomorrow, that. Home and Away. Roots and Wings. Presently living to make what will be, as my son said while we were away, future “core memories.”

I wrote this; it’s for all of us who take our kids anywhere we can (out to dinner counts), even when it’s hard and tiring – keep going if it makes you (and them) feel good. Your kids will thank you and you will thank yourself.  Cheers.

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I’d wander the world
with them by my side
if money were air
and time didn’t divide.

I’d wander
and learn
and pretend to live there
for awhile until
the wind blew the way
to the new place we’d play.

“That girl with the kids?
Have you seen her around?
I can’t figure out
what she’s doing in town.

Her husband comes and goes
and nobody knows
what she’s all about.”

They’d say all that
and then they’d go back
to their houses
and families
and friends.

She has a home
and a family
and friends,
just like you.
Her dreams and her wanderlust
are large,
like yours, too.

But instead of sitting idle
and finding reasons why she can’t,
she goes.
And she goes
and where she’ll stop,

well, she knows.

By the water or
by the fire,
on a couch or
in a house
with her family
and friends
and her dreams
on a map
of the next place
she’ll be.

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9 Comments
  • beautiful as always Annie! I referenced here http://reemfaruqi.com/2016/01/01/salty-fix/.
    I hope your family is doing well and living life to the fullest!

    January 19, 2016 at 4:05 am
      • Thank you annie! Your poetry is stunning:)

        January 19, 2016 at 5:58 pm
  • Maggie
    Reply

    It looks like you and your troop had a blast! Sorry I missed you! It is fun to see my hometown in your pics, though!!! :)

    January 19, 2016 at 6:21 am
  • Sorry I missed you, too. I love how you write about motherhood and your journey. I can feel so much when I read your words. I’m so glad you enjoyed your trip. XO!

    January 19, 2016 at 3:13 pm
  • Elise
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    Love this! I struggle every.single.day. whether I should take my kids ANYWHERE outside of our neighborhood. The whining, the crying, the fighting, the begging, more whining, and more crying. But the reward is worth so much more than the risk (most of the time, at least). Can’t wait to see you in a few weeks!

    January 19, 2016 at 10:16 pm

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