The trick to this sort of day is to leave as much to chance as possible: worry for the worst but have determination without doubt, and hope for happiness.
In a cozy condo, in a Midwest town resided a family of four plus dog and cat. The two-year-old boy had reached an age of few demands and many delights, whose fascination rested in flying aircraft. If two objects could be brought into a wing formation, it became an airplane and flew across the living room, including flapping garbage trucks or overlapping wood blocks.
In this group of four there was a stay-at-home mom who elected to keep fueled on black tea, leaving coffee as an indulgence. When the weekend arrived, she welcomed mild exploratory play dates and having her husband present for damage control, rustling up the grub, and roping a calf or two.
In the husband’s mind resided an appreciation for culinary variety especially when kicked up a notch by the application of spiced heat. Also in his mind rested a history of toy searches for a satisfactorily simple aircraft and having come up empty.
Finally, in the mouth of the seven-month-old could be found the item he had just managed to clutch by little fingers grappling for motor skills.
Breakfast commenced and concluded at an unnatural morning hour as deemed necessary by little stomachs with ambitious appetites. Afterward, the family strapped in and motored through the isthmus, which is to say downtown Madison sandwiched on land between two lakes. Due to a now apparent fortunate hour, traffic remained sparse and, minus a slight detour provided by residual floodwaters, the family headed north, following tips by other parents into unseen territory, only evidence of its existence provided by navigational maps. Would the business be open today? Will there be seating for a family more interested in the sights than the food? So many clouds infringed the mother’s internal mood while the sky outside remained nominally clear.
Wisconsin aviation off Corben Court proved not only open but bursting with customers. However, the building accommodated well with a wall of windows, spacious lounge, and the most wonderful sight to a mother of two boys–a complimentary coffee bar!
Applying adaptive skills, the mother stirs Swiss Miss into her cup and enjoys a pleasant caffeine cocktail reminiscent of a tall mocha.
The aforementioned wall of windows overlooked an airplane parking lot, the airstrip stretching out beyond. Several small aircraft awaited passengers and pilots who lounged with customers awaiting a table in the Jet Room. The mother’s toddler son proceeded to wind his way throughout the seated groups, occasionally drinking in the sights outside but happy for free movement though slightly tempered as a previous injury had made his parents a tad over-cautious.
Caution might have been thrown to the wind, or released from the cockpit of the toddler’s newest toy after it was located in the Not Just Plane Stuff gift shop. Scenic spots were forgotten as he propelled along widening loops indoors and outdoors. The younger brother observed these activities from his baby-carrier perch and attempted on several occasions to sample the mother’s drink held in visual range but just out of the reach of his arms. He had to suffice with gumming a plastic container.
Finally, the caffeinated, baby-wearing mother deemed it time to depart for their next destination and the family found themselves buckled in, headed back to the capitol square. The hour still rested firmly in the morning portion of the day. The need for parking, thus, was easily satisfied. With double stroller unfolded, boys contained, the family trekked uphill.
The four long blocks comprising the square surrounding the domed capitol building consisted of temporary booths unfurling their colorful menus under trees packed with leaves fringed with fall color. The toddler was released to the green lawn between the capitol’s entrances under the watchful eye of the father. They both would soon return under the hungry eyes of numerous mosquitoes. The mother and seven-month-old had kept to the cement and followed, content to a sedate pace awarded in these weekend moments.
The family passed a stage where a band plucked and plunked notes from guitars and saxophone, tuning before the big show. At this time, the clouds had converged closing out the sun’s harsh glare. This family would not be steamed vegetable at Taste of Madison 2018 as a slight breeze teased through the increasing number of attendees.
The time had come for transactions to take place. Following a trial of two paninis–Italian meat and turkey–with an accompanying dill sauce the mother enjoyed especially on the turkey panini, the family spun a wheel for free prizes. The toddler’s spin resulted in sunscreen, semi-useful in Wisconsin. The mother’s spin proved about as fruitful with lip balm. Then excitement arose as the wheel clicked along and the anchored needle held for a pair of sunglasses. The parents had cheered for such a result as the toddler had proven skilled at testing the structural integrity of such eye-protecting devices. In two previous rounds, the devices failed the toddler’s rigorous tests.
The family then shared gyros and grape leaves; the mother and toddler didn’t care much for the grape leaves. The seven-month-old added no commentary as he had sated himself on dissolving crunch puffs after applying his salivating techniques on the plastic tray and had succumbed to exhaustion. He slept peacefully in the baby carrier near his mother’s heart while said family member saw to her stomach.
The final food to fulfill this family’s palate followed Wisconsin tradition: beer-battered cheese curds with a side of dressing. These particular cheese delights were breaded in locally brewed ale of the brand, Spotted Cow. The line to retrieve this food was very manageable this year.
Upon their return to the car, the stroller went in the trunk, toy planes properly boarded along with passengers. Flights ensued during the drive; the mother doing loop-edy loops in the passenger seat because her toddler insisted upon a playmate to share in his delight. The seven-month-old enjoyed the ride with a few gurgles and coos while the husband traversed relaxed Sunday traffic until home filled the windshield at the ideal time to feed the youngest member of the family without trouble. All fears and worries of the mother had been eased, memories made, father fed, toddler toyed, and baby um … babied. A full day accomplished. The afternoon would see to itself, a day in as the clouds released their moisture surplus.
A mother writes a blog post because she’s overdue for one and wants to hold onto the moment where everything had fallen perfectly into place when so many unknown variables had been initially introduced. Thank you to the husband who herded their two boys this morning as she spends a mini-vacation with her laptop open and ear buds in, listening to backroads songs plus an occasional baby squeal from the other room. The music makes life feel harmonious for this moment. Pause.