“Dad, is it tomorrow yet?” Nathan asked Ben last night as he meandered to bed. He’s been very excited to give me his Mother’s Day card – a large piece of cardboard cut out of a box, carefully decorated with markers, glitter, popsicle sticks, glue and a galloon of pure love. “I made it all by mine self mommy!” It is beautiful, perfect, and I’ll keep it forever.
Being Mother’s Day, this afternoon I planned on taking a few child-free hours to catch up on work and write about the weekend in NYC with my daughter. On the train home I thought of the highlights and lowlights, notable moments, ideas to convey. I love it when a little story comes together and it posts out into the world. It’s a creative outlet and nothing more than a little soul-food for a girl.
But alas, what is a blog post without a photo? Not very readable if you ask me. Words but no image for flavor. It began this morning…”Sara, where’s the camera?” “I don’t know mom, you had it last.” “No…I think you had it last. On the train.” And so the search began for the Canon digital loaded with a gazillion shots of Sara’s first time in New York City. Tour bus rides, Times Square, Toys”R”Us ferris wheel, AMNH Museum, life-flashing cab rides, American Girl Doll store, great food…we did it all.
No luck. We left it on the train. We were exhausted, grimy, hungry and achy. The bags at our feet kept tipping over as we repeatedly reached for our miscellaneous junk – the iPod, O Mag, notebooks, Starbursts, chapstick, the Blackberry. Seems my seven-year-old is a little high maintenance – can’t imagine where she gets this from?
So here’s a stock photo of the kids at Ben and Jerry’s in Burlington, VT. Maybe some honest train-traveling person will turn the Canon in at Amtrak and I’ll have Big Apple photos sometime soon…
Stock photo of kids in a common pose of icecream consumption
