One of the best parts of having grown-up children: they go forth in the world and have adventures!
I love vicariously participating in the adventures of our two kids.
Recently our Chris hiked in southern California. He viewed Bighorn Sheep. He fished in a mountain pond. He enjoyed hours with his very best friend from childhood here in the Upper Peninsula.
When I looked at the photos, I sighed. It almost felt like Mama hiked as well. I swear I hid behind a cactus and experienced the desert landscape, the smell of roast duck over the campfire, the taste of that good beer. (Ha! I don’t even drink beer. See what happens when you get lost in a daydream?)
Our daughter has also given me many good armchair adventures over the years. After I pined over the photos of Bighorn Sheep and our son, I searched for pictures of exciting times experienced by our daughter.
As much as I love every precious hour spent with these two kids–I adore that they’re out in the world having adventures.
I remember when they both left the Upper Peninsula, headed downstate for college.
I barely shed a tear. I was SO EXCITED to see what delights they might experience. My heart beat so fast to think of them blooming in the world, making their own paths.
Sometimes, now, I think, “What WAS I thinking?” Why did I want them to go off on adventures? Why didn’t I want them to stay here in our little woods, next to Mama and Papa Bear for the rest of their lives?
Sometimes, now, a little tear escapes, missing the little bears.
Yet, mostly, I’m still thrilled for their adventures, their loves, their kitty cats, their work in the world.
Fortunately, I get to see both of them within the next two months! Daughter and I shall visit my parents in Florida in a couple of weeks, to help celebrate my mom’s 81st birthday. Then, at Christmas, Barry and I, along with Chris and his wife, shall all convene in Georgia to toast the holiday at Barry’s parent’s house.
Sounds like a couple of adventures with all of us, doesn’t it?
When will you see your grownup children–or parents–again? Must you travel off on an adventure to see them? Or will they arrive with hugs on your very own doorstep?