This is the point in the holiday season where we operate on autopilot. The main mission being, “let’s get through this.” We set our sights on December 24 when we can finally breathe, and daydream even further into the future by making plans for summer and beyond. It keeps us going when we can talk about future leisure times, kind of like a reward. Because you know this is New York City, I’ve already signed the girls up for summer camp this month. And then suddenly summer starts taking shape and we figure out our West Coast vacation dates and I shake my head half in amusement and half in resignment because where’s the spontaneity anymore?
This year, however, we’re getting through the busy days by planning out a family Hawaii trip, chatting about all the places we want to revisit and making it a reality for 2015. It’s something we’ve talked about forever, but wasn’t sure would ever happen. We are going to make it happen, it’s happening…
The girls can’t stop thinking about it and grandma is excited to show them where she grew up. It’s going to be a long 18 months.
December is such a strange month, busy cookie times aside. It’s non-stop autopilot, but then there are all these end of semester school events and performances that force you to stop and remember, “oh yeah…it’s the holidays! We’re supposed to be festive!”, even though at the moment we’re feeling anything but. But we’re really grateful to be busy right now.
Watching the girls at their ballet and tap recitals take me right back to when I was their age. The world has changed tremendously from the time I was a kid, but certain things about childhood don’t ever seem to change, like dance recitals and school portraits. I can place my 3rd grade class photo next to the girls’ and aside from some of the clothing, you could never guess that there is a 30 year span between the 2 photos.
I’m starting to get a little angsty about Christmas gift shopping. I haven’t even started yet.
*Photos taken at the Museum of Moving Image in Queens, a super fun place to visit with the kids.