We took a lot of vacations in the car. We didn't stay at fancy hotels, we stayed at motels (do they even exist anymore?). I was ecstatic if we stayed at a motel that had a pool. My oldest brother is 18 years older than I am. I am the youngest of 4 which means I was basically an only child. Yes, we took some big trips to Europe (to see my other brother who was stationed in the army in Germany) and to Hawaii years later when I was in high school. But MANY of our trips were road trips. Drive to a place, stay in a motel, drive to another place, stay in a motel until you got to your destination.
I had the backseat to myself generally and I was really good at sleeping in the car. I still have that skill if anyone wonders. The beauty to me was that I would fall asleep and then wake up and we would almost be there. I thought car rides were horribly boring. My Mother would regularly say, "Lori if you sleep the whole car ride you will miss so much!" I wasn't buying it at the time.
My parents bought a lake home when I was 2. I grew up at that lake home. We were at the end of a dirt road. We didn't have a tv. We listened to music, we played cards, we did puzzles, we rock hunted, we explored, we fished, we swam, we played yard games, we bird watched, we boated, we grilled, we gardened, we did yard work and every day we would "go for a walk down the road". I remember those walks usually just with my Mother very fondly. We would talk, look for agates, watch the birds, she would point out wildflowers. We had reference books and when we saw particular birds or flowers we would look them up and mark in the books the date and location. We were present in the moment and always observant of what was around us and the gift of nature that God provided.
I learned to be observant. I learned to listen. I learned to watch. Boy, how much did I miss while sleeping on those car trips? The joy she had in finding and seeing God's creation every day was infectious. A sense of adventure and discovery was something I cherish now.
Fast forward to today.
I now understand my parent's frugality. It came from experience. It came from fear. We have learned to be much better stewards of our money during these trying times.
The world has slowed down. Time is all relative now. Our society needed this change of pace.
Cell phones, and being constantly connected is not good. Everyday we see people walking by our house, looking at their phones or even talking on their phones with headphones. Why is everyone afraid of silence? True silence doesn't exist. While you are walking you may hear the sound of a trickling creek, or the birds singing. Even the sound of a chainsaw or a mower brings back memories of my childhood summers. Open your eyes. Look at the world and the people around you. Listen to the beautiful music God provides outside.
Our family has become more connected through this shutdown. We are going for walks together. We are playing games. If I can share a little of the joy my Mother shared with me I will pass along a legacy of beauty and joy.
Why are they estranged? I honestly don't know. I know some things changed, but the people didn't change. They didn't change who they were, what they believed. Was I wrong? Did I misunderstand their hearts? All I see now is: