My children are on their first road trip together as I write this. Tara (20+) and Ross (soon to be 18) are on their way from Ohio to New Jersey to visit their father for Christmas, an 8 1/2 hour trip.
Am I sitting on pins and needles? Naaah. Sure, I'll be relieved to hear they've made it safe and sound, but I'm a firm believer that worrying isn't going to impact their trip one way or the other, so I might as well not. (The Cabernet Steve poured is helping.) Tara's driven to and from the U of South Carolina several times now. They'll be fine.
It has not escaped me however, that we've entered a new era. It feels a bit like the "Twilight Zone" and this will take some getting used to. My kids couldn't stand being in the same room together this time last year. I could barely tolerate it myself. As for Steve? Well, let's just say that Saint Stephen's Day (which happens to be today by the way) could just as well have been named in honor of MY Saint Stephen. (Thank God for Saints, right Georgia?)
What a difference a year makes! Ross has changed the most, but as we older and wiser folks know, it does take two. I now regret not having taken a picture of the two of them together on their way out the door. Today they - we - have reached a milestone in our lives. I feel tired and rejuvenated at the same time.
Is that even possible?
P.S. I just spoke to Tara. Approximately 200 miles to go. Ross is doing a great job as "shotgun". He's in charge of snacks. They are laughing. Still.
Me? I'm experiencing tears of relief. It's the Cabernet I'm sure.
Graphic shows cartoon car, trunk and hood loaded down with luggage, driving off into the orange sunset.