Parenting seems often to be on a beaten path. Our lives revolve around so many rituals and routines, close to home. There is an element of protection and shaping, but also of pure practicality. We don't move with perfect agilely through the world, all six of us. So, home is a nice place to be much of the time. But, that's not to say that we don't break out.
Recently, I took my girls up into the mountains, and the day turned out to be all quirk. The birthday party that brought us there was at a surreal carousel, magically set up in a small mountain town. Its very existence was spawned by a dreamer. Then, during the party, Clara and I went to a used bookstore, coffee shop, ice cream parlor, jewelry store hangout across the street. A heavy, mystical aura hung all around the place. Along with the smell of books. We read funky sayings on the walls, picked out some treasures, patted the resident cat, read at a wobbly round table, licked ice cream and drank hot tea.
Thinking back, we could have been anywhere in the world. And sharing that feeling brought us close together.
My kind of place! ss
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