“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood,
but of respect and joy in each other’s life.”
Sam made dinner. Upon entering the kitchen, she drew a picture of our family and hung it on the wall. Before you continue to paint your mental picture, I must stop you and remind you that we are traveling in Big Blue, a mini van and our home on the road. The kitchen also functions as the bedroom, the school and the playroom. It is definitely not as glamorous as you may have thought. Life on the road has its time consuming challenges such as making sure the cooler has ice, finding the next shower and determining where we will sleep each night. Tonight I sat in the front seat as it was too windy to be outside, and Sam proudly served me my Mother’s Day meal.
First course: Wine. Always a winner.
Second course: A plate of finger food - carrot sticks, avocado slices, cheese, fresh lettuce, homemade bread purchased at a farm stand earlier in the day.
Music was playing as I watched the sun set behind southern Utah’s spectacular sandstone rock formations. As we celebrated Mother’s Day in our quaint cozy way huddled in the van, I reflected upon being a mother and the journey of the past six and a half years.
Motherhood is truly the greatest job I have ever had. It is the hardest job, but it is also the most rewarding job. As I watch my daughter grow up, I have a tinge of sadness for all the years gone by, but I also have much excitement at seeing her grow, change and become the individual she is. It is really bittersweet. Time marches on.
As a mother, I can enjoy the moment, share in her happiness, laugh a lot and also take deep breaths and exercise patience (or at least try) when the road is rocky. Unlike other jobs, motherhood does not come with a job description or how-to-manual. Unconditional love is the only requirement and hopefully the key to success.
Motherhood is similar to our adventure on the road. We have had our highs and lows, our smooth trails and our potholes. Ultimately though, I wouldn’t trade this time with my husband and daughter for anything. We have developed a deeper respect and compassion for each other that only time together can bring.
As the stars started to twinkle, I continued to enjoy our cozy evening. Nick cleaned up the mashed avocado and the million breadcrumbs in Big Blue’s kitchen.
Road Rule #20: The one who cooks, doesn’t clean.
I gave thanks for the love my husband and daughter shared with me tonight. What more can a mother ask for?