A few weeks back, I got offered a free night’s stay at a family resort called Great Wolf Lodge. Which is in Dallas. Which is 5 hours from where we live. And part of the offer was a brand-new Chevy to borrow for the drive up.
And I’m not really a big vacationer. We go to visit family every summer, but we don’t usually take vacations just for fun. I guess we have enough fun around our own house that we don’t usually go seeking it out.
But once the offer was out there, I got to thinking that my kids would probably really, really love it. And so I just went ahead and said yes.
So, on Saturday, we drove up to Dallas. And, after snagging a photo of my toes, I gave my kids our snapshot camera to take photos of the trip. When I got the camera back, I had about a hundred pictures of the car floor, the kids’ sneakers, and the back of my head. But mixed in among them were a few beauties:
And the kids did really, really love the trip. And it made me so happy to see them so happy. And taking a family vacation like that–just the four of us, mom and dad in the front seat and kids in the back with crayons–felt like another official stamp in the parent passport. I really am a grown-up now. I’ve made it around to the other side of the circle. Whatever I saw when I looked at the back of my mother’s head from the back seat of our station wagon, my kids now see when they look at me. Whatever she meant to me then I now mean to someone else. Which is a tremendous and terrifying honor, when I stop to think about it. And also, more than anything, a blessing.