Time has this uncanny ability to fly by, even when some days drag on like an eternity. It’s not just the hustle of back-to-school routines or looming work deadlines, though those are certainly part of the chaos. It’s the little moments: the way Mia tosses her hair with a dramatic flair, her eyebrows dancing as she declares, “That’s just weird!” while scanning the room for validation. It’s Oliver quietly immersing himself in his own world of emotions and video games, weaving together daydreams and song lyrics. And then there’s Zoe, thrashing around in her sleep, limbs flailing beyond the confines of her pajamas, while her hair, tousled and wild, reveals the new angles of her growing face.
I often resist the feeling that parts of our lives have already been scripted, that I’m walking paths I once vowed never to tread. More than anything, I wish for some semblance of control—those blissful mornings when I know exactly what’s going into lunchboxes, what to wear for the day, and what activities require my attention. Yet the more I seek certainty, the more my carefully laid plans unravel. A simple “yes” to one obligation often leads to missing out on something significant.
“You mean you won’t be there to see me earn my new badge?” Zoe asks, her face falling.
“No, I said I’ll be there Saturday for the testing, but I might not make it back on Monday for the ceremony,” I reply, my voice steady, yet the thin veneer of calm does little to mask the turmoil inside. I don’t want to miss either moment. When did I lose grip on the reins of my own life?
Glancing at my calendar, I see a chaotic swirl of purple commitments. The neat boxes are filled with overlapping lines and slashes, each representing something I’ve agreed to. There’s no trophy for being busy, yet paring down my obligations feels like an insurmountable challenge.
Last weekend—one of the few remaining free weekends—we decided on a quick trip to the city. We limited ourselves to just one night, but with the kids in a phase where they all get motion sickness, we had to squeeze in a four-hour drive there and back in less than 24 hours.
I booked a hotel thirty minutes outside the city, loaded the car with motion sickness remedies, and packed snacks while trying to suppress my frustration at once again being trapped in a schedule of my own making. The kids chattered excitedly in the backseat.
“Will there be tall buildings?”
“Can we eat out?”
“Do you think the hotel will have a pool?”
Their rapid-fire questions lulled me into a daze. “Yes. Sure. Maybe. I’m not positive. Either way, it’ll be an adventure.” My automatic responses mirrored the sales pitches I employ at work. My determination to please and create memorable moments kept me going.
I turned on a movie for the kids, and they leaned against each other, their heads tilted, legs intertwined. I rested my head against the window and let nostalgic memories of my own childhood road trips wash over me—fleeting moments with loved ones, stunning vistas, and quiet tears on long drives. I wondered what memories my kids would carry with them. Would they remember my grumbles about the hotel costs? My partner’s excitement about the boat races? Or our matching team shirts?
Zoe looked at me, head tilted, mouthing, “You know I love you, right?” I stifled a sound that could have been a sob or a laugh. There are parts of me that resonate deeply within her, an understanding of both sorrow and joy.
“Yes, I do, my sweet girl.”
The trip turned into a whirlwind of laughter and delight. I stopped worrying about what they’d remember and embraced the unfolding day. It turned out the hotel had a pool, complete with an unforgettable lifeguard. As we packed up to leave, the girls buzzed with excitement. “Zoe, do you remember when we saw the skyline of the city?”
On our return through New Hampshire and Vermont, the route was straight and picturesque. We paused at a quaint cafe in Bethel, Vermont, for sandwiches and soup. The girls marveled at the waterfalls outside the window. To my surprise, there were no complaints—just laughter and conversation. No high chairs, no fuss, just five family members enjoying a meal on a road trip. It was truly delightful.
When we reached the parking lot, the girls wanted to climb a retaining wall. Normally, I’d have rushed them to be careful and hurry, but this time, I let them play. Zoe was the first to leap. “Dad, catch me!” she exclaimed as my partner captured the moment on camera while I watched, remembering when “Catch me!” was a literal request.
She breathlessly asked, “Did you see me?” And even though it still stings, it’s okay because we did catch her in our own way. We taught her to catch herself, and that’s how it’s meant to be.
The swirling mix of memories, hopes, and emotions intertwine within me, reminding me: It’s not about how things are that truly matters. The essence of it all is simply that we are together.
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Summary
Life can feel overwhelmingly chaotic, but amidst the chaos, it’s crucial to cherish the moments that matter. Embrace the unpredictability of parenting, and focus on the love and connections that define our experiences. Remember, it’s not the details that count, but the memories we create together.
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