I wonder, sometimes, if I will raise kids in New York City.
It’s hard to imagine.
But honestly, all of this (as I wave my arm expansively, indicating MY ENTIRE LIFE) was unimaginable for me at one point. Just because you can’t imagine something–or didn’t imagine it–does not mean it won’t come to pass.
As much as I L-O-V-E New York City, I also L-O-V-E Pennsylvania. It’s in my blood, that state. I feel a kindred spirit with its very dirt. The green hills that cover so much of it are imprinted on my heart. In short, that place is under my skin.
I don’t want to raise children who are afraid of walking through spider webs or don’t know how to dig for a good worm when it comes time to go fishing on Saturday morning with their brothers down at the Old Fishing Hole.
I don’t want to raise kids who don’t know what Orion looks like, because they can’t see past the city lights. I don’t want them to think that the only thing under the ground is the subway; not when I spent my time building underground forts before I was ten.
I don’t want my kids to not know what a frog feels like against the skin of their palm; to think that the dark is something to fear, rather than a whole other world where our hearing leads us because our sight cannot.
Speaking of sight–or the lack thereof–I will share a quick story. Only because it was one of those moments when, once it had passed, I thought to myself, “Well, THAT was weird.”
And so New York City.
I was exiting the subway today with about a million other New Yorkers at rush hour. And somehow, I got trapped between the car (which my back was pressed against) and the stick of a blind man. The blind man kept tap tap tap-ing it against my body, successfully keeping me pinned right where I was for at least a few long seconds. People behind me were trying to surge forward, but I didn’t want to, well, do anything drastic to THE BLIND MAN’S stick.
Can you blame me?
Finally, I managed to hop around the stick and walk away from the train before it pulled away from the platform. I walked up the stairs and thought about how life is just the darnedest thing sometimes.
But, back to Pennsylvania.
Like I said, I love that I live in NYC, but I also love that I was raised in the bonafide country.
I hope to raise my kids in such a way that we all get both. Sort of like now. I can always go home to PA.
Glad I got all that figured out.
Now, to maybe someday actually have, I dunno, a KID.