Just Write {128}

March 25, 2014

We drove to a town not too far out of Austin. It’s called Wimberley. Isn’t that just the most perfect name for a Texan town? It’s motto is “A little bit of Heaven” and I suppose that’s true. From the paths that stretch out of your eye’s reach along a curving stream, to the tiny shops and restaurants. It’s pretty heavenly with its beauty and vibe.


Toddlers can poop even in heavenly places though, as you well know. So she did. And we went hunting for wipes because moms and dads can even forget things when getting ready for a road trip, as you well know.

There was this little grocery store that had the wipes and the dude bagging at the end of the counter said, “Whoa, wipes and water. What a party!”

Yes sir, I said. BYOW, that’s me, nothing but a party mom.

He rolled his eyes.

Then a lady stopped me on my way out and asked me if I could take a foreign exchange student. Not right now, I said. Maybe she didn’t mean RIGHT then, and maybe she didn’t understand that I didn’t mean RIGHT then, but I kept walking because



in the Escalade.

Now wait. We don’t own a Cadillac Escalade, but we did get to use one and so…

road trip!


The boys keep saying how it feels like they’re in a ship because the Escalade is so spacious. Get it? Space. Ship.

I am a simple girl who drives a totally old minivan normally. What I love most about the Escalade is not only that it’s reeeaaal pretty, but I love the comfort. I mean, specifically, instead of doing that thing where the seat dips away from your lower back, it comes out and into your lower back a little. You know, how your back is actually shaped. I love that so much. When it arrived, I wondered if I might need a step-ladder to get in, but then I opened the door and zzzoooooom, (it made a sound) a step rail slowly popped out from underneath. Oh look, I said. There’s the step I needed.

But anyway, back to Wimberley.


It had been quite some time since we’d been on a little trip as a family and we really did enjoy this little city. We did very little cute-little-shop shopping because,



…but we walked along the paths and climbed rocks and threw stones to try to skip them. The kids could have stayed forever, I swear. The scenery was beautiful and we had some great frozen yogurt. The cake flavor actually tasted exactly like cake. So  yummy. This time the boys didn’t put soooo many toppings on, to make me want to gag. We said, JUST THREE and they heard us and stuck to just three. Usually they top that yogurt with gummi worms and oreos and whipped cream and marshmallows and nerds and m&m’s AND AND…until I start crying sugar and then they stop.


I was thinking, as we walked along this path and I tried to keep up with the boys and then wait for the boys while they climbed another thing, that maybe some day they’ll think of this. Maybe we look back at our childhoods and see these days mixed with the hard ones. Or the ones that are just normal, where we hung out at home. Or the ones that mom and dad seemed “off” or just not really there. I don’t know if they’ll remember them all, or just the best or just the worst. I don’t know how much that has to do with me, what I do. Maybe it’s simply going to be decided by whatever lens they look through.


If they tell me they need therapy because of me, I hope they read my blog first. It says I LOVE THEM LIKE CRAZY all over it. Oh how I hope they know without having to look. I hope they can still feel what I feel, what I felt, when they were small. The now of us. The way even having them just a little ahead on a path makes me miss them. Wait for me. 


Thank you Wimberley, you’re cool and heaven-like. Thank you, GM. The Escalade is so nice and the kids are loving being able to watch their own movies with headphones. Thank you Ryan, because you changed that toddler diaper right there in front of everyone. Thank you, my kiddos. You are so much fun.


This is the 128th installment of Just Write, an exercise in free writing your ordinary and extraordinary moments. {Please see the details here.} I would love to read your freely written words so join me and link up below. You can add the URL of your post at any time. Just be sure it’s a link to your Just Write post, not to your main page, and please don’t link to posts that are not freely written in the spirit of capturing moments–you know, don’t link to how-to posts, lists or sponsored posts. Also, please link back to this post in yours so people know where to go if they’d like to join in.


Amanda March 25, 2014 at 11:59 am

I think there is something so underrated about life with little kids, so underrated in fact that I’d forgotten about it until I read this. Having someone else create the cadence, jarring though it may be on occasion, living life pulled by the tides of need and fancy of little people is a special kind of decadent.

It’s like walking a dog and instead of insisting on getting to where you are going, you just go and enjoy each smell and bump.

I just loved this.
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Kelly V March 25, 2014 at 1:37 pm

I want Elsie’s perfect ombre hair! :-) So funny how kid hair is always so spot on.

What a fun trip! That town sounds like a fun little adventure, and like a celebrity child’s name.

Oh how I wish I could freeze time and be the mom to my four year old, having kid adventures all the time. It’s so much fun! Today was a sugar cookie baking, hot tubbing, birthday card making morning, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be. Unless we were doing all that in a warmer climate, still all together!

Justine March 25, 2014 at 2:56 pm

“Wait for me.” Oh, how I know this feeling. I wonder the same about what my kids will remember, whether they will remember the good, bad, and simple. Just as often, I think about how blessed they are and contemplate whether it’s part of my motherhood duties to make them realize this. And then I think, what did that Buddhist say? Oh yeah, just be and let them be. I hope I’m doing a little bit of that too. Anyway, I get what you’re saying.

Thanks for hosting your link-up! 128 is a lot. Also it occurred to me after I shared my story that it looks like I posted a bread recipe, but that is misleading. La la la, just be.
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Larks March 30, 2014 at 12:23 pm

I love this line: “Oh how I hope they know without having to look.” That’s my hope for my child too. That she somehow just knows in her core how much she was loved and all of the “us-ness” of the ordinary days becomes a part of her she’s sure of.

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