Sometimes it is really easy for me to focus on the negative in my life. Ask me what my flaws are, and I’ll tell you all of them. Ask me what my strengths are and I’ll give you a blank stare and blink a few times. I fear I’ve done it again.
Yes, there were struggles when I went home, a lot of them. But. There’s always a but. There has to be.
But, there were so many great times too. My boys and I got to spend three days with my sister’s family, this being only the second time all of the kids have been together, and they had an absolute blast. They had mousse fights (my mom’s idea), water fights, we went to see baby kangaroo’s (or wallabies, my sister would argue), and we went to a super fun kids play place with a climbing wall and all kinds of bouncy things to catapult on to. We all had dinner with my dad and the kids showed him how to play on their DS’s.
After my sister left, my tour of friends began, and it was pretty much non-stop. I got to hang out with girlfriends from high school — some of them I’m closer with now than I was back then! We reminisced a lot about how stupid we were as teenagers and how we thought we knew everything. We laughed a ton.
I got to spend time with my second family and slap their rebellious teenager around (who was four when I met them), friends from camp and various other times in my pre-married days.
My mom and I got to enjoy dinner out while her (very brave) friends watched the boys for us. We also went to a huge indoor water park where the kids had a blast. Then my mom decided to give shaving cream a shot as the mousse fight was a little lacking . . .
The best part of my trip though, were the late night convos with my mom. She has had her share of physical problems in the last seven years, and they are ongoing, so any time I get with her is precious. She would indulge in a club soda, and I in some local wine, and we would talk until I couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore. I don’t remember most of what we talked about, but the point is that we got to be together, just us, while the kids were sleeping and it was finally quiet in the house.
And even through all of the struggles, just like I said a few days ago, even the hard stuff is good. Even the struggles are for my benefit, and I know that I’m learning and growing through them. I am learning to welcome the discomfort that certain situations bring me (after the fact of course) because of the growth and healing that the Lord does in me.
So if I made it sound like my trip was terrible, I apologize. It wasn’t. It was many many things including difficult, fun, eye-opening, precious, memorable and exciting.
What is your best memory from your latest road trip or family vacation?