Connections

I am on a plane with my family heading to New York City to spend a week seeing friends and my stepsons. We loved living in Manhattan and we all felt the need for a city fix. My daughter wants some Matzo Ball soup and my husband and I can’t wait to order in Chinese, Thai and sushi. I don’t intend to cook anything all week. Getting organized to travel is always hectic and as usual we brought way too much stuff.

We have already had a busy weekend; Charlotte had her first ballet recital this morning. I have worked on Broadway, sung in front of thousands of people and I think I was the most nervous I have ever been. The power our children have over us is truly extraordinary. After a false start, my daughter and her fellow swans spun, pointed, and curtsied their way through the dance. My husband and I held hands and loved every minute of it.

Moments like these remind me how our children connect us. My oldest stepson is graduating from high school next month and on these huge occasions my heart breaks for the children of divorce. There has to be some part of my husband and his ex-wife that wants to hold hands and acknowledge that together they created this amazing person and that they still have their intense love for him in common. Honestly, I am guessing they won’t hold hands, but hopefully they will take a moment to reflect on what a special day it is and what a wonderful job they have done.

We are about to land and the flight attendant’s eyes just sent me daggers because I still have my computer out. I see the lights of New York in the distance and I smile inside knowing I am coming home.

Comments

Welcome home from a fellow new york lover!!!!

Molly I love reading your blog - you are really a wonderful writer!

Hi Molly,

Just wanted to say I enjoyed meeting you last week at iVillage Live with the other iVillage Moderators. I was sincere when I said I really enjoy your blog, I would never have guessed you were not a writer (and I am a writer!).

Angela