- 11:25 AM, Tuesday,
November 16th, 2021:
- That's a good
- And holy shit was
this bigger than we realized. Like, we were ready for
the emotional punch because they're finally back. That
part we fully knew was coming. But as we sat at
Starbucks after we dropped them off this other thing
hit us: we dropped off very, very different children
than we picked up on March 11th, 2020. Not just
because of the seriousness of the pandemic and the
loss of the ability to freely move about, etc. They
seem to have rolled with those punches pretty well.
No, the thing that kept hitting us is that our cocoon
allowed us to stretch a period of their childhood a
bit longer than normal. They almost reverted
BACK in several ways during quarantine. We spent
soooooo much time together. Vienna even had
abandonment issues when we dropped them off at Oma's
for date night. It was like they were 3 and 4 again
for this 20 month period...
- ...and then Cam
literally runs away from us to go to school.
They, were, ready... and suddenly they're the 9 and
almost 8 year olds they should've been all along.
- Now I never really
grieve for any period we pass with our kids...
something about how I've documented everything really
does give me comfort in times of change. But
I feel like we just jumped a couple of years.
There was no progression the past 20 months, that all
comes with their interactions
OUTSIDE OF YOU. Ya know? Like we hate to
admit it sometimes but that little bubble we keep our
kids in at home? That's not good. They need to go get
their ass kicked a bit. They need their spirit broken
a little. They need their idealism to come up against
reality and truly test what they're made of. That's
what makes you grow. Oh you want to be a scientist?
Sure seems like that MATH homework is kicking your
ass.. are you SUUUUUUUUUURE? Because of course you
can't be anything you want to be when you're a kid.
You want to be a CAT when you're a kid. No you need to
think you're good at something and then run into
someone who is actually good so you can assess
your shit a little better. I don't know if anyone's
ever put it exactly like this but I wholeheartedly
believe that's what happens.
- I mean, you can't
imagine how much I believed I was going to be a
basketball player until I was one of the first 3 dudes
cut my freshman year (and it wasn't close). At the
time I said I was going to work really
hard and try again the following year but the truth
was? My talents were literally hurling me in a
different direction. I needed that one failure to
wake me up and just accept that I was extremely gifted
- just not physically. And then? I was off to the
races. I became ME at that moment.
- And that process
for the kids now is going to be at a lightening pace.
I mean, blistering. By the time they finish this
school year I feel like they'll be almost
unrecognizeable to the kids we had in quarantine for
all those months. We shed some tears over that.
I have a lump in my throat as I type this.
But I can say unequivocally today was the proudest
moment we've had as parents. I mean, we made it
through a once in a century parenting hardship and
protected our kids as best as we possibly could.
I saved my money for a rainy day... it
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking rained, and we weathered that
- I'm not sure I've
ever felt pride like this. This was really, really
- Alright - it's an
early pickup day, can't wait to see how their day