We had to drive to Aurora last week to pick up our freshly butchered cow.
(Doesn't that sound delightful?)
The day was beautiful. Fall to perfection. Sunny with a crisp feel; leaves falling. Really, a perfect day for a drive.
A perfect day for a visit to our favorite coffee shop in West Linn. A perfect day to walk the streets of Aurora and check out some antique malls.
Or, a day to keep kids happy on the drive and pick up muffin crumbs off the coffee shop floor and drive right on through Aurora because there was no way the two little ones would survive such an adventure.
I love my kids. I adore them and think they are the most amazing little creatures I have ever known.
But sometimes they really cramp my coffee-shop-loving style.
(Don't be mad at me for saying that.)
Christian is at a very bad age for anything that requires staying in one spot and being quiet. I don't think he realizes that fall is the most perfect time for relaxing in a coffee shop. Does he understand the draw of a Pumpkin Spice Latte? It's more than a drink, kid, it's an experience.
And Daphne is 3, which is not really an age for antiquing. The 'bull in a china shop' cliche comes to mind.
|I guess someone gets to relax|
So we changed up our trip a little. We visited our coffee shop, but we were quickly in and out. We took the Canby Ferry because Daphne loves ferry boats. We talked about how someday we'll get in a shopping trip to Aurora, maybe when we have something in particular to shop for.
Kids change things. I can be upset about it when it means the things I want to do aren't possible. Or be thankful for it, because the experience of parenting is too much of a gift to waste on my petty, selfish thoughts.
I miss my coffee shops, but I'll choose my kids any day.