the soft side of NYC

Alaire is with us! It has been fun getting to know more about her. For example we did a girls trip to Bloomingdales and come to find out she is a very practical shopper, which Derek really appreciates. The boys started school and Wren got her first haircut along with 2 new bottom teeth. So, we are spending these next few weeks figuring out what our routine will look like. From my writing style it’s clear that I won’t be spewing facts about restaurants and must see’s. That stuff is fun to experience but for me it’s boring to write about…maybe it’s boring to read about… I like to figure out what I felt in a place, what it showed me, and what I am taking with me.

This is our last few days in NYC before Iceland and you know what? New Yorker’s are complete softies when it comes to babies! They may be blunt and up-front but put a baby in front of them and they are all gooey eyed and cooing. It happened in every store, subway ride, and restaurant. They were blowing kisses, playing peek-a-boo, and talking in baby talk. It shows me the magic of a child. That their innocence is felt, respected, and creates in us a need to protect it. The way New Yorker’s interacted with my kids felt like they were sheltering them. Trying to help stretch out their childhood too. Thank you New York for the hard and soft side of you.

From our view every night I watch the lights come on in all the homes around me. All these private parallel dimensions; all these self contained worlds layered into the same place. It Reminds me that we only let people see what we want. Too often we try to show that we are unruffled in our lives and daily living. That life isn’t messy and I think it’s important that we show that sometimes it is. Show your soft side occasionally. It looks good on everyone and kids love it.

 

5 Comments
  • Debbie Nanney
    Posted at 16:02h, 26 July Reply

    I get that feeling when you describe NY people and buildings. I haven’t been there since I was 12 years old on a Sunday at St.Patrick’s Cathedral. Here is a game to play: it is called poison. 13 objects. Pennies or cubes. Take turns pulling one or two at a time. The person taking the last one gets poisoned. You can rename it. Good strategizing skills.

    • Kenzie Tillotson
      Posted at 01:58h, 27 July Reply

      Oh I like this game! Excellent for on the road travel and Porter will love it!

  • Sierra Peggy Hendriksen
    Posted at 18:16h, 26 July Reply

    I spent last summer in Manhattan on vacation. A friend and I took a road trip from Salt Lake down into the South and as far north as Maine. Every city we stayed in along the way was uniquely beautiful. My aunt, who has agoraphobia, asked me to document the trip along the way. I posted a few pictures and a description of the things we experienced in each city. Not only was it fun for my aunt to read and see things far away from the comfort of her own home, but it was great way for me to reminisce and say farewell to each place we had to leave (usually too soon). I would lay back in the passenger seat and think about what was memorable to me about each place we visited as my friend drove us away from that city and on to the next one. The final stop was Manhattan (actually Hoboken, but I commuted to the city every morning). As each new day brought unique experiences for me I kept mental notes about things I would write about at the end of my summer in the beautiful, bustling city that had started to feel more like home than a vacation destination. I wanted to share everything. But when summer ended and I went back to my very busy job (as a kindergarten teacher) I realized it wasn’t just my work keeping me from writing about Manhattan. It was everything I experienced there. It was too much. Too beautiful, too diverse and unique, too heartbreaking and inspiring, too indescribable for one who won’t be satisfied leaving anything out. I never could write about Manhattan. I felt sheepish because I knew a handful of people were following my posts, waiting for the Manhattan entry…which never came. But I just couldn’t. Maybe I stayed too long. Maybe it became home. Maybe it’s just so different from everywhere else I’ve been. But there was something cathartic about reading your description of the city. And thank you for doing what I never could. 😉 Although I know our experiences weren’t the same, I’m certain there was overlap. I think my favorite part of your description was “layers”. It struck a chord with me and made me miss everything that is Manhattan. Well put. Thank you again for writing about that wonderdu, tenacious city that will always hold a special place in my heart.

    • Kenzie Tillotson
      Posted at 01:59h, 27 July Reply

      I agree that some things can’t be adequately expressed and are better kept in the heart. Thanks for sharing a little layer of yours with me

  • Sandie Tillotson
    Posted at 16:49h, 30 July Reply

    I agree with you M’Kenzie – and the fascination starts with your pregnancy. I remember being pregnant at 40 something in NY and people asking me…1. “Is this your first”? and then wanting to touch my belly – I grew up where it was kind of cool to be a “kid” …New Yorkers are the BEST!

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