Summer adventures. Last year at this time, I was dropping my son off at the airport to fly north with my father-in-law. He was six. He repeatedly told me he didn’t need any help at the airport. He looked thoroughly irritated when I took photos and asked for a hug before I left. I think he might have said goodbye as I walked away slowly choking back tears. Hours later I would receive a text with a photo of him sitting in the cockpit of the plane ….smiling from ear to ear. I pretty much knew at that point that he was off and running. Let’s be honest…I knew before then, but I accepted it at that point. His sister was too little to go with him last year (you should read this as…I was too terrified to be without her). This summer, however, she is GAME ON. I knew it was coming. I’ve been making excuses for months on why she shouldn’t go…she’s too young, blah blah blah. Alas, she has been talking nonstop for weeks about going to Wisconsin, swimming in the lake, going on the boat with Papa, riding her bike, and riding on the ferry from Michigan. She was doggedly determined. The past week has been filled with her repeatedly telling me, “I don’t need you Mom”. Each time she says it, it’s like a dagger through the heart…and yet I smile and I say, “You don’t need me!”…for her sake and mine. It’s a good thing, although it’s mighty painful for my mama heart. And so today I packed them in the car with their bags and bikes and pillow pets and we drove north to meet my in-laws.
The windmills mark the half way point. I find these mesmerizing no matter the season. Hypnotic.
We met at a restaurant for lunch. We hugged our hellos and the kiddos talked nonstop about riding on the ferry.
Not a single tear was shed. Lots of smiles and hugs and “I Love You’s”…reminders that they can call me as much as they need/want to. And then they were off….off on their own summer adventure over the river and through the woods to Grandma & Papa’s house. My heart ached watching them pull away. It’s the ebb and flow of parenting isn’t it? In a week, we’ll drive to pick them up and they’ll talk nonstop about everything they did and saw…and I’ll be reminded how important these trips are for them. Do your children have summer trips? Did you have any special summer adventures when you were young? I’m all ears if you feel like sharing….