Apartment? Check. Townhouse? Check. Single family home? Umm…
When we bought our townhouse back in 2006, Husband and I thought it would be a short pit-stop on our way to single family home ownership. Three to five years tops. We certainly never intended to raise our children here. For starters it’s three stories tall with the washing machine on the first floor and the bedrooms on the third. That’s two flights of stairs for every load of dirty clothes the kids turn out. The children’s bedrooms are also directly above the front door. Thanks to a double story foyer, the click of our front door latch sounds like a gunshot to sleeping babies.
However the most frustrating feature of our home is the one thing it lacks: a yard. Sure the missing yard was a minor disappointment when we bought the townhouse. With the addition of two young children it is a near intolerable void. What parent doesn’t envision their children playing outdoors, frolicking in the fresh air? How was that going to happen with no yard to speak of just a modest stretch of concrete driveway?
But this past weekend it did. Sunday night, hours before bedtime, I took one look at my cranky kids and I decided to take the party outside. Concrete jungle be damned, we had to get out of the house for a bit. I put Amelia in her swimsuit, placed Haiden in his walker, filled a plastic beer tub with water, tossed in some Tupperware and let them have at it. The kids had a BLAST and I got to rest for almost an hour. As I sat in a lawn chair admiring my own ingenuity I thought “there may be no grass, but this is pretty darn close to what I envisioned.”
The plan was always to raise our family in a single family home with a yard. You know what plan I’m talking about. The plan. That invisible playbook that’s drafted up long before we know what life will send our way. I’m not knocking the plan. I have a plan and it’s awesome. But sometimes the plan changes and sometimes it gets blown to pieces. You accept and adjust because, honestly, there’s not much else to be done. Do I still long for a lush patch of grass to call my own? A place for my babies to run barefoot through sprinklers in the summer? Definitely. It’s in the plan. Right now though I’m going to scour Pinterest for more driveway fun.
Mind-boggling special effects, quick moving action, witty banter between arch enemies, gadgets and supernatural powers… What’s not to love about superhero movies? Hollywood has been driving the superhero/comic train full throttle lately and both Husband and I are on board. Nothing gets us searching for a babysitter faster than the premier of a new superhero movie and The Dark Knight is no exception. We have been eagerly anticipating the movie’s premier for months.
What is it about superhero movies that has us all so captivated right now? Yes, a quality movie’s ability to entertain is worth its weight in gold (and there have been a lot of quality superhero movies lately). But I think superhero movies are doing more than just entertaining the masses. At a time when headlines are full of real people spreading fear and devastation with little regard for the lives they destroy, we need to be reminded of the good in humanity. And that’s what superhero movies do. Underneath the explosions, car chases, and fight sequences, they are about courage and strength in the face of evil. Superhero movies are our Bat Signals. They remind to never give up hope and never stop fighting.
This morning I did something for the first time in the five and half years I’ve lived at my current address. I met our garbage man (well men to be more specific.) With perfect timing a garbage truck rolled around the corner as we stepped out our front door on the way to daycare.
Both kids were instantly captivated first by the loud rumbling of the truck and then by the two men sprinting from truck to trash can and back again. In a moment of what I’d like to consider great parenting I accepted I would be late for work, put Haiden’s car seat on the ground, and leaned back against our car to enjoy the show. Amelia, who was being held by her Nana, remained riveted as they worked their way down our block.
When the truck finally pulled up to our house, she greeted it with a whispered “truck” and a shy wave. Both men flashed my girl a big smile and waved back. I exchanged some pleasantries with them and then they got to the business of our trash. I could be mistaken but it seemed they emptied our can with a little more pageantry than required. Amelia was thrilled by their performance and she called “bye, bye” to the garbage men long after they had continued down the street.
This morning I watched Amelia experience something new. I made a connection with two people that do a job I’d hate to do but rarely give a second thought. I saw two men hauling stinky trash on a hot, humid morning stop and smile because my sweet girl was fascinated by their work. It was a good morning.
For about six weeks I have been contemplating Husband’s Father’s Day gift. I found many cool ideas scouring Pinterest and my favorite blogs, but the kids’ young ages and a rather paltry budget ruled out most of them. In the end I grabbed my babies and our beloved dog for an outdoor photo shoot. Simple letters spelling “DAD” let their personalities shine.
In what felt like a rare moment of easy harmony, we laughed and played as we took these pictures. The result was a wonderful gift for Daddy and a precious memory for me.