We haven't been away in over 2 years. I know, I know, cue the "aww's and oh man's"-- but the last time we went on a real trip (our Babymoon) I was 6 months pregnant with Shep. This lack of traveling certainly hasn't been for lack of trying. There was the time we were supposed to go to a B&B, and as we were leaving Sheppie vomited all over me. And what about that other time we were scheduled to take a flight to Savannah, GA and the little rascal got a respiratory infection...we were grounded...for the entire week...at home. Third times the charm right? Woodstock NY here we come!
The plan: Leave Sheppie with his grandparents for 2 nights and escape to the cutest shabby chic cottage in Woodstock, NY. Before this week I had never left my almost-two-year-old for more than the normal daycare hours and we were talking two nights away, in another state? I can do this! I completely trust my parents -- I mean, I supplied them with a hand written document entitied "the ins-and-outs-of-Sheppiedoodle" before I left. Essentially, a play-by-play of what to expect starting with his 5 am wakeup call.
As I started to think about it, I realized it's not exactly the care-taking that worries me. My parents had two kids and 3 grandkids; they know how to make dinner and give a bath. It's the minute-to-minute management of my son's life that consumes me...has me wrapped up in it.
To clarify, I think it is important that I state that I am not a "helicopter mom." As I've mentioned many times on the blog, my son is a charismatic, energetic adventurer and I am super proud of that. I certainly don't micro manage him, but I do closely observe his every action! What I mean is, I design of projects for us to do together, I take him to activities, I ask him a lot of questions, he jumps all over me...we do a lot together. We are more than buddies, he is my Mr. Mini. We are a team. So leaving my teammate for even just a little while had me just slightly lost in thought.
Side note...Woodstock was great! I mean our time "away" only lasted 24 hours rather than 48, but that wasn't because I missed my son or he got sick and I had to rush back. It was because a leak sprung in the roof of the air bnb we were staying in, thus the trip ended abruptly. Yes the rain coming into the bedroom was that bad. I was going to write a whole blog about it but I will spare you the expense and just say our first time "away" in two years left us sleeping on the couch and jetting out of town back to reality at 8 am the next morning.
While we were Upstate, we had fabulous meals at Oriole 9 and The Phoenicia Diner. I got a charm necklace and Rich got a beanie hat at Cocoon in New Paltz. I painted with watercolors, we made a cheese plate, lit a fire, I took a nap and drank tea. All divine things. Things I used to do pre-Shep...
...which made me think about life before my Mini. There was work and dinner with friends, dates with my husband and walks with my dog. Vacations, lattes, movies and shopping. Spare me the "oh geez," I know I was a little too fancy and free for my own good. I remember lingering in bed in the morning; meandering down the street with no real destination; there was a lot of time to just be me.
But now, there's life with my Mini. This new life that is made up of so many every day epic events like crack-of-dawn snuggling, learning how to make the coffee, trying to say the word "backpack" and motioning "cut, cut, cut" with our fingers when we use playdoh scissors. The minute-to-minute management of both of our lives is a monumental experience I can't give up for too long at a time or else I miss my Mini's moments! And these moments make up my life now; what makes me, me. I still get my nails done and go on the occasional shopping spree -- on the way home from Woodstock we stopped at Woodbury Commons (life isn't so bad) -- but there is a deep sense of belonging to a special team now and as they say, there is no "I" in team!
I did give in for 24 hours (with text updates from grandpa)! Like I said, I napped, painted and chatted with my husband. We ate a ton of cheese and fresh bread and cuddled without interruption. We also talked about Shep fondly...a lot but not too much. We talked about me too and that was good, but I rather enjoy talking about my Mini AND Me.