All posts tagged: greenwich village

Unphoned. Untethered.

I’ve shattered four phone screens since my oldest son was born. Each time it was my fault. After the recent destruction, I gave the phone to a cell phone harlequin who quoted a replacement of $79.99. During the waiting period, I took the kiddos to…wait for it…the playground. The fountains were on, the birds were out, I had coffee. It was idyllic. Both boys scampered into the fountain to splash and squeal. And this is what I thought: I don’t have my phone. Ah. Then four seconds later: What am I going to do? How am I going to occupy myself? What am I supposed to do? Single-task my children by watching them? Wait. Gavin: enjoy it. This is freedom. Breathe deep. Hmm. The the fresh, urban, dog-urined, exhaust-filled scents of mother culture. But it’s alright. It’s familiar. Gaze up at the trees. Wow. Trees. So tall. Green against the blue sky. That’s my favorite color of green. This would make great Instagram material. Oh, wait. And the blue is beautiful…the top of that one …