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Unravel
It's funny how life can throw you curveballs, isn't it? Just yesterday, I thought everything was going smoothly, but today? Well, let's just say it was a bit of a rollercoaster. I was looking forward to a peaceful afternoon with my two little ones, hoping they'd nap and wake up refreshed. But, oh boy, things didn’t quite go as planned.
The late afternoon nap stretched into early evening, and the peaceful glow of the sun streaming through our window felt like a movie scene—golden and serene. For a moment, I thought, "This is perfection." But perfection doesn’t always last. As my kids woke up, instead of the usual smiles and energy, there was an unexpected storm brewing. Tears flowed like rivers, and it seemed like there was some sort of competition to see who could cry the loudest.
I tried everything I could think of—a lap for each of them, snacks, even taking the chaos outdoors. Fresh air, I thought. Surely, that would help. But nope. The tears followed us outside, and my attempts at cheering them up felt like trying to stop a runaway train with my bare hands. Dinner wasn’t much better. Even the promise of food couldn’t distract them from their sadness. By this point, I was mentally exhausted, clinging to the idea that somehow, someway, we could salvage the rest of the evening.
Then, in a moment of desperation, I remembered the beach. It was risky—there were still tears streaming down their cheeks, and the gas light on the dashboard was flashing like a warning sign. But something told me we needed this. We packed up quickly, throwing sweaters into the car and leaving behind the stress of the day. The drive there felt tense, with more tears and the occasional squabble over a toy.
When we finally arrived, I made the left turn onto the beach road, and as the tall grass opened up to reveal the ocean, everything changed. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore drowned out the cries from the back seat, and for the first time all day, I felt a sense of relief.
We ran barefoot along the sand, the kids chasing ducks and laughing uncontrollably. The change in their demeanor was astonishing—it was as if the ocean had flipped a switch. The orange sky painted the horizon in hues of gold and pink, and we played games in the sand, took pictures for tourists, and waded into the warm Gulf waters. It was magical.
By the time we left, the sun was dipping below the horizon, and the kids were giggling, their earlier sadness forgotten. Aliyah looked at me and said, "What day is today?" and after answering her own question, she added, "Can we come next Wednesday and play in the warm water too? Because this was THE BEST WEDNESDAY EVER."
It struck me then—the beauty of parenting. Sometimes, the hardest days lead to the best memories. Pushing through the tough moments, making those last-minute decisions, and embracing the chaos—these are the moments that make us stronger, both as parents and individuals.
As I write this, my computer has decided to shut off multiple times, but I’m smiling through it all. This was a day worth remembering, flaws and all.
Goodnight, friends. From the mended end of a nearly unraveled evening, I wish you peace and joy.