The adventure usually starts at the crack of stupid. And by that I mean birdies aren’t even chirping yet. Mom’s van is packed and we have enough food in the cooler to keep us out of restaurants for a good 4 days.
The radio is already tuned in to 70’s XM, we have hot teas in our travel mugs and lots of ice water to keep us hydrated.
We look at each other as I put the key into the ignition and we both have that “Let’s get the hell outta here” grin on our faces.
We both know one thing for sure, we miss the same guy like crazy and just being together reminds us that our Wolfgang/Dad is alive in both of our hearts and he is definitely coming along for the ride.
Mom and I shared a couple of road trips together before my Dad passed away but now that he’s gone it’s a really important part of how we spend time together.
Our road trips kind of feel like we’re running away from this crappy new life that no longer includes him. I can’t lie to you it totally sucks at times!
The good news is we are also both on a quest to be okay with our new normal and I can’t think of any other way to do it than with each other.
My Mom and I were not always this close. I put her through lots of juicy stuff in my teens and twenties and I’m sure she wanted to strangle my rebellious butt many times.
The more time I spend with my Mom the more I realize that all of those rebellious tendencies probably came from her. You’ll never meet a lady as sweet or as tough as my Mom and I know that she got there by pushing the envelope in her own life.
My Mom is one of those quiet leaders, she teaches with wisdom and patience and I now recognize how strong you have to be to stay the course and not lose your mind or control when the crappy stuff in life happens.
My Mom always has a solution, she accepts life for what it hands her and she remembers how to breathe.
As Mom and I travel throughout North America, seeing beautiful sites and Mom sits in the car and reads her book while I flog my glamjulz, she is my rock. She believes in me no matter what. Even when I cry or want to give up, when I over react, when the trip, God forbid, is while I’m PMSing. She has patience for it all and believes in me more that I believe in myself.
A Mother’s love really is like no other and I am so grateful that I get to make these memories with mine.
I hope that you have someone in your life who loves you unconditionally and mirrors back to you how perfect you are.
I can’t say that I feel like I deserve to have a Mom as wonderful as mine but I do know that we all deserve to feel this kind of love.