Sunday, January 13, 2008

Road Trip -- Priceless

Friday evening was the end of a three-day road trip from Austin, Texas to Washington State to move our oldest son and his fiancé to the Northwest. On the trip were my son, his fiancé, her mother and me. Two-and-a-half years ago my son and I made the same trip, in reverse, when we moved him to Austin. That trip, like this, involved costs for renting a fairly large moving truck and the additional costs of hotels, meals, snacks and gas. It also involved three long days of driving, some of which we drove in silence, some with music and during some of it we talked. I suggested after that trip two-and-a-half years ago that we had created our own MasterCard commercial:


Rental fee for moving truck: $1100
Hotel rooms for three nights: $600
Meals and snacks: $300
Gas: $600
Spending three days alone with your son before leaving him half-way across the country: Priceless


This trip had the same types of expenses, but the time in the vehicle was not spent with just my son. We did have some time together, and it was great, but I also shared driving time with my son’s future mother-in-law. That, too, was nice; we had a chance to reminisce about our children’s childhoods, to talk about extended family, basically to get to know one another a little better. I realized, though, that this trip did not hold the same sense of dread and urgency for me as the first trip. I was bringing my child home, not taking him to a new life faraway. However, my son’s future mother-in-law was making the same type of trip I made two-and-a-half years ago. She was taking her daughter to begin a new life halfway across the country. She would be leaving her daughter with our family. I hoped she felt that the time together was priceless. I also hoped that we measured up; that she felt okay about her leaving her daughter with us. Sure, our son and his fiancé are both grown-up, but as mothers it still tugs at our heartstrings to have to say good-bye to a child. However, this time I was the lucky one; I was able to feel the joy of saying, “Welcome home!”

1 comment:

amy said...

Ooh...I like the portraits of you; especially the last one. I like the lightened antiqued look. You look very sultry. Oh-la-la!