Friday, August 18, 2006
to be young again
Today, I was driving in Boston- it was a clear summer day, tons of sailboats out on the Charles River and I kept passing college age couples walking along the river. And for that moment I wished I one of them, not middle aged mom, attempting to keep the viva burrito from getting all over my clothes while enduring a chorus of shrieking from the back seat, as I navigated serious construction traffic and explained to smart son why eating salsa in the car isn’t wise. It was a blissful summer afternoon inviting you to soak in all the vibrance of the city: the views, the trees, the breeze, the sparkling water. Sadly, it was an invitation I had to decline, I just couldn’t spend another 20$ to park and stroll aimlessly with my tired troops. I think Boston is a great city, everytime I am there I just want to get out and walk. To walk without worrying about time, without a specific destination, to hang out in the freedom of youth- free from schlepping and potty breaks, free diaper bags and snacks- something you never truly appreciate until it is gone. I adore my life and my boys – but you get nostalgic for those good old summer afternoons-to be young and in love.