Last week was a very rough week for my family. My son is going through some struggles, and we've spent a lot of time at home just trying to make it through. I love him so much, and it's hard not being able to help, or fix things. I had the idea that maybe getting out of town and doing something really fun would be just the ticket. Maybe it would reset things, give us all a breather.
We went the the Children's Museum in Indianapolis.
Here are some pictures from that day, last Thursday.
Looks fun, right? Uh, no. It wasn't fun. The pictures do not accurately represent the day. When I snapped each picture, that particular moment was fine. Good even. But those moments only lasted for a minute, tops. It just wasn't the right time to go there. It was a good idea, I think, but it didn't have the effect I hoped for. After barely hanging on through the day, I brought us home where I could cry and my son could go to his room for some peace, and my daughter could have some space to play happily.
When I told my mom about this day, she gave me the gift of a break. She and Papaw came down to our house on Saturday and took my kids to a hotel in town. They swam, went to a movie, bought toys at a store, went out to dinner, went to Wonderlab, and so on. She went all out, and kept them for 26 hours.
My husband and I wrung every bit of peace and relaxation out of those 26 hours. We went to the movies too. Took naps, ate food, spent time together. It was perfect. Just what I needed.
My mom came back exhausted, and we were ready to take over, fully recharged.
So no, the pictures do not tell the whole story. But they do show something to me when I see them. I see my persistence, my willingness to make myself vulnerable for my children. I see the way I do not give up. I see children who I love, doing their very best. I see my life.