James and I took the kids to the beach yesterday afternoon. We didn't leave until 1:20 and we got back about 12 hours later. The beach is 3 to 5 hours away, depending on who is driving. Last time we took Bea and Am to the beach? They screamed the entire way, both ways. We wore earplugs and were basically miserable. Yesterday, they were good. We timed it so that the driving coincided with their regular nap time or bedtime. *smart*
James and I had plenty of time to talk, mostly on the way back (because I needed to think on the way down and James needed to nap). We talked about existential questions. Why are we here, what are we supposed to be doing, are we on track, what do we want out of life? How is our mainstream American life living up to our expectations? Are we settling for less than our potential? What is our lifestyle teaching our children? What do we really want to instill in them during the years that they are in our care? How?
We always have these conversations after visiting the ocean. I think it is because being so close to such a force of nature puts a lot of thing in perspective.
Got any answers?
Got any answers?
