A Mother’s Panic, and Joyful Tears, in Manhattan

NYC PlaygroundRecently I did the most craziest thing I have ever done.  I took my preschool son on a long-weekend trip to New York City.  Yeah, that place with tall buildings, an insane number of people, and tons of traffic.  (At least compared to our suburban Twin Cities life.)

Going into it, I thought it would be a wonderful idea.  Our active and overly verbal son would see and experience enough to engage his imagination for a few weeks, hopefully.  We would stay with my sister and brother-in-law near Wall Street, not be in a hurry to do anything, and take full advantage of the buses and subway.

I was realistic in my expectations, knowing that he is only 5, can get overwhelmed at times, and the weekend would stretch my mothering skills.

The plane ride was not an issue with both of our kids being an experts on how to manage security and get to the gate.  However, 3 hours after our arrival at the 24th floor apartment, I was sincerely wondering if I had made the right decision.

I was in panic mode – yet trying to hide it.  Would we be cooped up in this tiny one bedroom apartment for the next 4 days?  Or would we be able to have a great time?

With prayer, I took a deep breath and put any negative thoughts aside.  I knew what I was getting into – a newly minted 5-year old in Manhattan.  We would deal with the worst and celebrate the best.

We had our incidents, yet no close calls with traffic or losing each other for more than a few seconds.  My son is now an expert hand holder, I have mastered NYC’s public transportation, and we have personal experience with a third of the playgrounds on the island.

I had bought the plane tickets with faith, knowing that whatever became of the weekend would be an adventure.  While I intentionally chose to focus on the blessings, God gifted us with more than just a great weekend.

As I watched my son bursting with joy in the midst of newly made friends on a playground, I could not help but burst with joyful tears myself.

As long as we move forward in faith, our lives will be filled with God’s Unexpected Blessings.

“Our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father loved us and through grace gave us eternal comfort and a good hope.  May he encourage your hearts and give you strength in every good thing you do or say…  May the Lord lead your hearts to express God’s love and Christ’s endurance…May the Lord of peace himself give you peace always in every way.”  (2 Thessalonians 2:16-17, 3:5, 16 CEB)

Parent God, help us to take risks, to go on adventures, and rely on You.  Your amazing blessings come unexpectedly, but also through our willingness to look towards You.  Lord, help us as we all move into the future, never knowing what will come.  Amen.

(Having a giveaway this week in honor of upcoming Mother’s Day!  Will be my first one, so shall see how it goes!)

In the Twin Cities Metro area?  Don’t miss:  Finding Purpose and Balance Spiritual Retreat on May 4th.

About SFriant

I live to walk with others on their journeys - because everyone needs to know that they are loved, that they matter, and that they are doing amazing things. I'm a lot like our two kids: obsessed with learning, and constantly creating.
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