A long weekend in New York City is surprisingly delightful with a tiny human in your arms. Whereas a few years ago I would have enjoyed some solid party-going; this trip I took the time to visit a few real gems in this great city and fit in a little work as well. I had some meetings for the acting side of my world and since I have family in the city, I decided to bring my tiny girl with me to enjoy some touring and visiting with her auntie Leela and her soon-to-be husband, Marc. Sharing New York in the Springtime, with a young couple about to start their life together, is pretty darn special.
We wandered through Brooklyn, Central Park, Soho, Greenwich Village and Little Italy eating and chatting with people everywhere we went. It's delightful how travelling with children opens you up to strangers young and old. Being a parent is so universal, it is something so fundamental we have in common. We all love our kids, and we appreciate that in others I think. From the Hasidic gentleman who offered his seat on the subway, to the young Latina who brought us our world famous pizza, I found kindred spirits all over the great NYC. Folks who would smile knowingly at my squirmy baby as she nose-dives into my gourmet cupcake.
I'm constantly amazed by how well my little girl adapts and how much fun I have showing her new things. New York was warm and mild compared to the freakishly cold Spring in Montreal. We walked for miles and took the trains from sun-up to sundown. My dainty girl gazed calmly from her cozy spot in the Ergo baby carrier and waved at strangers, flashing her smile and making friends everywhere we went. Having kids can make the world seem like a scary place - your heart crawling around with a mind of its own, tiny and vulnerable. However, I prefer to see the friendlies everywhere; the majority of people; moms and dads; brothers and sisters who hold the door, give up their seat and laugh with you when your baby showers her date with lemonade.
The Big Apple is full of friendlies.