2. I think walking in a forest or getting into a playground
3. 3 years+!
4. I will miss all these aches on my body that comes from girls jumping onto me or wanting to be carried piggy back, even though they are 12, and almost as big as me. I still do it. There will come a time when they wont want it, and I cant do it. May as well....
5. We gather these memories like we pluck the freshest leaves with a thousand shades of green on a bright spring day. And one day, autumn rolls along, the leaves we stored so carefully look brown to the passerby. And yet, when we pick them up, we see the same green as on the day we brought them in. The same sense of wonder sets in: 'How lucy did I get?'
Kartik, I keep thinking about that saying that goes something like - 'one day will be the last time you pick your child up.' Hits me in that spot every time. Really appreciate you for sharing.
So sweet and special! I remember our trip to Disneyworld in Hong Kong when my son was 3. No, he doesn't remember a thing, but the photos and memories from that trip are priceless. Wishing the three of you many more magical adventures over the years!
This reminds me - we need to go ahead and print some before we forget! II think a lot about how this digital age we will leave behind. Our children will have to sort through a whole lot of mess!
I have a long history with Disney World, both visiting and working there. Those magical moments (as cast members call it) that you had with Myles is the "magic" the theme parks bring. This is exactly what Walt Disney had in mind for the parks way back when.
I can't pretend to ignore the kind of labor that goes into creating the Magic. I love reading the name tags where people are from. It makes me a little sad though especially sad that the the people who tags read they are from Haiti, like my family, are only cleaning and serving food. But the smile on their face when I start speaking kreyole with them - always makes me smile too.
I used to hear that same thing. Don't waste your money; they're too young to remember it. Thank God I didn't listen to them. I always believed, and still do, that kids benefit from a layering on of experiences, whether or not they remember them. Deciding not to expose your kids to things just because they won't remember them would be sad. My grandkids might not remember me, but they will absolutely remember in their souls how much I loved them when I held them. Good job, dad!
1. The ocean. There is nothing like the sound and feeling of ocean waves to bring me home to myself. The smell of the sea air, the feeling of sand in my toes, it's completely magical. I have been to many oceans all over the world, and they all hold the same magic for me.
2. Maine, eating lobster. My dad taught me how to eat the whole lobster and not leave any meat behind. Anytime I eat lobster (or loabstah as we call it in Bahstin), it brings me back to my childhood.
3. Either 2.5 or 3. Once you are saying 40 months, it's a bit ridiculous.
4. Getting my kids to sleep at night. The hours of songs, books, snuggles, rocking, I don't miss it, but I do miss it. I still get "bedtime" with my 18 year old, but it's a time to recount the day, share ideas, share videos, but thankfully, I can just kiss him and that's it. I'm going to miss when he goes off the college in the fall.
5. My heart is okay at the moment, thanks for asking. 💜 I'm in a state of a lot of transition, but I am trying to take it one day at a time.
Such a beautiful reminder of the quiet strength we hold as parents, even when it feels like we’re fumbling. Your words carry both softness and power—thank you for sharing this kind of magic.
1. Anyplace I am with my kids
2. I think walking in a forest or getting into a playground
3. 3 years+!
4. I will miss all these aches on my body that comes from girls jumping onto me or wanting to be carried piggy back, even though they are 12, and almost as big as me. I still do it. There will come a time when they wont want it, and I cant do it. May as well....
5. We gather these memories like we pluck the freshest leaves with a thousand shades of green on a bright spring day. And one day, autumn rolls along, the leaves we stored so carefully look brown to the passerby. And yet, when we pick them up, we see the same green as on the day we brought them in. The same sense of wonder sets in: 'How lucy did I get?'
Kartik, I keep thinking about that saying that goes something like - 'one day will be the last time you pick your child up.' Hits me in that spot every time. Really appreciate you for sharing.
Sooo gorgeous this one. And a top tier wifey photo 😍
Ain't she foinnneeeee!
So sweet and special! I remember our trip to Disneyworld in Hong Kong when my son was 3. No, he doesn't remember a thing, but the photos and memories from that trip are priceless. Wishing the three of you many more magical adventures over the years!
This reminds me - we need to go ahead and print some before we forget! II think a lot about how this digital age we will leave behind. Our children will have to sort through a whole lot of mess!
As I always feel with your essays, "this one" is my favorite...
Hw, that means a lot. Doing my best to show up.
Myles may remember or not remember this trip.
He will carry deep in his bones what it feels like to be loved. He will start from a place where dancing with Mickey is possible.
You and his mom are giving that to him.
You and a lot of us know what a gift that is.
I have a long history with Disney World, both visiting and working there. Those magical moments (as cast members call it) that you had with Myles is the "magic" the theme parks bring. This is exactly what Walt Disney had in mind for the parks way back when.
Another beautiful letter, as always!
I can't pretend to ignore the kind of labor that goes into creating the Magic. I love reading the name tags where people are from. It makes me a little sad though especially sad that the the people who tags read they are from Haiti, like my family, are only cleaning and serving food. But the smile on their face when I start speaking kreyole with them - always makes me smile too.
Such affection from this grandmother for all of you.
Thank you, Paris!
Love this. Thank you for sharing!
Appreciate you receiving, Tanner.
I used to hear that same thing. Don't waste your money; they're too young to remember it. Thank God I didn't listen to them. I always believed, and still do, that kids benefit from a layering on of experiences, whether or not they remember them. Deciding not to expose your kids to things just because they won't remember them would be sad. My grandkids might not remember me, but they will absolutely remember in their souls how much I loved them when I held them. Good job, dad!
Beautifully said. Why should we withhold anything beautiful? Love this!
1. Rentering NYC through the GW Bridge and seeing the skyline - I say “I love New York” ever.single.time.
2. Ice skating rinks makes me a kid again
3. (Not a parent yet) but I feel like after the 2nd bday it gotta stop. I’m not doing the math anymore lol
4. I always miss the cradling baby stage where they don’t mind being held. So heavy but so fun.
5. My heart is so full right now. This was just what I needed to read.
Side note - my mother never let me go to the skating rink on empire. Did you go when you were younger ?
Sure did! I feel like that was mad close to you too 😂
1. The ocean. There is nothing like the sound and feeling of ocean waves to bring me home to myself. The smell of the sea air, the feeling of sand in my toes, it's completely magical. I have been to many oceans all over the world, and they all hold the same magic for me.
2. Maine, eating lobster. My dad taught me how to eat the whole lobster and not leave any meat behind. Anytime I eat lobster (or loabstah as we call it in Bahstin), it brings me back to my childhood.
3. Either 2.5 or 3. Once you are saying 40 months, it's a bit ridiculous.
4. Getting my kids to sleep at night. The hours of songs, books, snuggles, rocking, I don't miss it, but I do miss it. I still get "bedtime" with my 18 year old, but it's a time to recount the day, share ideas, share videos, but thankfully, I can just kiss him and that's it. I'm going to miss when he goes off the college in the fall.
5. My heart is okay at the moment, thanks for asking. 💜 I'm in a state of a lot of transition, but I am trying to take it one day at a time.
Aww. He’s getting so big, man. (Fyi, I actually “awwed” out loud.) What a lucky boy, to have such loving parents.
I've been away from your page but omg MY INTERNET COUSIN IS ONE!!?? Time flies man sheessh
Such a beautiful reminder of the quiet strength we hold as parents, even when it feels like we’re fumbling. Your words carry both softness and power—thank you for sharing this kind of magic.
The most magical place for me is wherever I see a beautiful sunset
Amusement parks and the beach
My heart is hanging tough
Magical!