“Make time to go on dates with your spouse after you have kids” is common advice from weathered parents. I’ll admit, it’s easier said than done, but worthy advice nonetheless. Today, however, I accidentally discovered how important it is go on a date with my two-year-old.
Our family of four attended a birthday party at the lone restaurant on the top of Mt. Baldy a couple of weeks ago. Riding a rickety old ski lift was the only way to get up the mountain. My husband wore our two-year old in one carrier, and I wore our 6 month old in another. They made us ride separately because you can only have two “people” per lift. Since when did a 15 lb person count? Just kidding.
So the party was crazy with two tiny people to keep track of in the midst of many full-sized people. We did a little dance, sang a little song, and it was time to ride down the mountain in the dark. Now, I live in a city where I often get honked at because I forget to turn my headlights on at night. There are so many lights all around me that I don’t even notice. But Mt. Baldy is in the wild wilderness compared to my home.
So here I am, isolated by darkness… riding on this rickety ski lift. Continue reading