A Commentary on Road Trips

I am sitting here at my computer, listening to the dogs snore on the sofa behind me, contemplating the meaning of life, and the value of a road trip.

As much as I was dreading nearly 3000 miles in the car, I do have to admit it was peaceful and was definitely needed to prepare me for the emotion of a homecoming without my mother there to greet me. And it was a peaceful respite as I "decompressed" after the difficult and somewhat awkward time with my dad (with his new companion, never present, but ever present at the same time.)

I am reflecting on the patience of my husband who put up with some attacks that weren't really meant for him, but were a needed release. I'm not sure I would stand as a scapegoat for others. But he took it all in, knowing all the time, it was frustration that I didn't really feel secure venting any other way. How lucky am I?

I am reflecting on the maturity of my children. I can't tell you how many times we were asked if we were comfortable leaving them alone for 10 days. I guess there are families with children who don't get along, even to the point of physical violence. But I knew that Jake could and would take control of situations, but wouldn't lash out physically. As I ponder my own immediate family, and the strained relationships, I am hopeful that I am able to create a bond between my children that will withstand the turmoils that face every family.

I am reflecting on the oddity of an extended family that gathers annually to celebrate unity. 96 people with different personalities, different beliefs, but as lame as it sounds, a love that throws a blanket of comfort over me. This is a group of people who accept me just as I am. Oh, don't get me wrong, there is bickering and differences, but we appear to be able to put that aside, at least for a weekend, to celebrate each other and "us" as a family. I love you all!

Well, my mind is tired of reflecting, so I must move on to something a little more productive...but what?