Tonight the walls are too confining. My skin itches to feel the balm of a summer night and not the pinpricks of an air conditioned chill. My legs want to stretch out under the dashboard of my car, right foot meeting accelerator, and drive under the moon. Wanderlust seems to creep in right in those seasons when it is the most impossible- escape the most improbable. But I acknowledge it anyway, ticking off in my mind all of the places I want to see.
And to ease the restlessness, I will tell myself that it’s ok to dream. It’s right to experience longing for escape when motherhood can leave us feeling so trapped. So tapped out. And I will grab a travel narrative off of the shelf, open the windows, and pray that until my mind lets go and surrenders to sleep that my babies will dream their dreams. Because I need to dream mine too.