AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: June 17, 2013 | COMMENTS: 2 Comments
CATEGORIES: Blogging Honestly, Focusing on The Joy, Teenage Trouble,
We are home.
It seems like only a few days ago that I typed those very same words after spring break. In fact, it was only a little over two months ago, so it seems that this trip came about rather quickly after the last. But this trip was different. Our entire crew didn’t go. Why? Well, this was a “throw-back” vacation. A trip that took us back in time to when our family was a smaller version of the crew we have now. Drew chose the destination (his graduation gift). When he chose Oregon, we were flummoxed. Nevertheless, we agreed. When he told us he wanted to leave the girls at home, we understood. This was going to be an adventure to the Pacific northwest. Strollers, car seats, naps and baby food wouldn’t be feasible.S0, a small army of baby sitters were booked, long lists of schedules were written down, and a grown up vacation was planned…for the four of us.
As soon as we set out for our Oregonian trek–and yes…it’s Oregonian. I googled it–I had flash backs to trips from many moons ago. The boys are well traveled because during their younger years I didn’t like to leave them behind. My struggle with full-time-working-mom-guilt ensured that Drew and Ryan almost always accompanied us on our adventures.
When I think back to those years I realize we were a very happy family of four. We were also neat, compact and very, very mobile. Packing, schlepping and adventuring were easier back then. That being said, I can also say that during those years I knew in my heart that ourfamily of four wasn’t going to be it. I swear there were three little souls haunting me back then and I knew it.
Of course, our journey to our daughters has impacted our sons. Vacations, along with every other aspects of our lives, have grown more complicated. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there is guilt in that (I know, I know. I’m a mother. There’s guilt in everything.) So, when Drew asked for an adventure sans little kids we “got” where the request was coming from.
Drew chose Oregon for one reason. Running. He’s a running junkie and the University of Oregon is considered the holy grail of the running world. Eugene, home of the University of Oregon and the famous Hayward Field, was our first stop. I admit… at the time I kind of didn’t get it. I still don’t, but that doesn’t matter. The look of thrill in the eyes of my boys as they ran the infamous track, met a handful of NCAA running champs, hung out with an Olympic coach and shot the breeze with a US record holder spoke volumes. Of course the pilgrimage to Pre’s Rock capped off a day for my running junkies which brought a feeling of satisfaction to me. Running is their passion and it’s a good one. They are happy…so I’m happy.
After we had exhausted Eugene, we headed to the coast of Oregon. To call what we saw ‘heavenly sites’ doesn’t seem to capture the essence of this part of our country. Turns out the Oregon coast is an underrated destination. Sand dunes that make Michigan’s dunes look like kiddie hills; inland lakes that scatter the coast; trails that meander through moss covered tree lined forests; picnics lake side…and ocean side; sunsets and breathtaking Pacific views were bountiful as we made our way up from Florence to Yachats.
And…since this is my space…I must show you my riding props. Check this out…
Of course, with all of this adventure seeking, we managed to work up an appetite which of course brought me to my favorite time of the day. Meal time. It wasn’t so much the food that made our time at the table so special. Instead it was the conversation. Debates and laughter were sprinkled throughout our sacred feasts in which glimpses of the adults our boys are becoming shone through brightly. Of course, there were impatient moments amongst us. Ryan is bull headed. Sean is stubborn, too. I am a clock-head that doesn’t do well if we are off schedule, and Drew is laid back…sometimes too laid back. So…yes… there was bickering. But whatever the controversy was the mood always managed to swing back to a comfortable, happy place.
This is our family and as it turns out we all kind of like each other.
To call the Oregon coast a place of relaxation doesn’t seem to do it justice. Just take a look at this… (30 seconds…come on…you have time)…
The five nights we were away flew by in an instant. It was such a wonderful trip. We are already planning our next get-away for Ry’s graduation year. I asked him if MK would be allowed to go. He said he’d think about it, but probably…yes. He’s a softie that one. I wonder where he gets it?
So, now we are home. As we entered the kitchen and our daughters ran to the closest one of us for hugs, my heart was filled with satisfaction. Yes, our trip with just the four of us was precious, but returning to the love of our seven is a treasure. I’m thankful for the time we spent together this past week. I’m even more thankful to return home to our whole crew. Nothing is greater than walking through the door to shrieks of joy from our three little miracles.