Growing up I was blessed with being able to travel with my maternal grandparents several times a year. Ranging anywhere from Disneyland and Sea World to camping and boating. I was with my grandparents at Lake Powell the day it was considered officially full in June of 1980. Lake Powell is my favorite place in the world and the resting place of my grandparents.
Except for the times my grandfather flew us in his Cessna, vacations were usually started with a Bronco pulling a trailer or a boat name The Beverly Anne II. The drive was usually long enough for something to leak, break, fail, catch fire, or blow out along way. Adding adventure long before we were screaming at the darkness in Space Mountain
It was my grandmother who gave me the term “adventure” during those times that I still use to this day. Living in a 30 year old pink single wide trailer with only a swamp cooler to get through the Vegas summer heat, was quiet an adventure. My grandmother took one look at the trailer and told me to just pretend I was on a camping adventure. There was even a big pine tree growing by the back door, reminding me of many Colorado camping trips. After spending two summers “camping” and being pregnant with my second child we thought it better to end that trip and bought a house.
When the market went to shit in Las Vegas and we made the mistake of re-financing beyond our means we lost our home we had for eleven years. So we started a new adventure in Arizona. While most of my family lives there I was not really close to them. I had spent 17 years in Vegas, I did not know them and they certainly did not know me. They thought they did after reading all our private letters and journals, something I think they are proud of. I do not think they would like me to do that to them. Actually, the thought to do that would not cross my mind.
A week before Christmas they kicked us out with our twelve year old son. They have lied, stolen, and have turned into people I do not know. I had an awesome childhood which makes what they did even more hard to deal with. Something changed when my maternal grandparents passed away. I know in my heart there is not a chance this would be happening if my grandfather were alive.
My grandfather’s favorite holiday was Christmas, and I think he sat in Heaven watching what was being done to his great grandchild, and if you can get pissed in the afterlife, I am certain he was. My son was in a hotel room with his mom and dad who were on the verge of breakdown, while my parents got drunk with my daughter on a little holiday vacation at a bar in Laughlin. Something is very wrong with that.
Two weeks after we were kicked out and we had been living in hotels, I told my son to think of this as an adventure. I even said we could just live in hotels for a year while I wrote about our adventures. Nothing is as easy as it sounds and hotels got expensive. A twelve year old needs to be in school, not sitting in a McDonald’s on my laptop while his father and I figured out a way to get 60 dollars for a night at hotel in the ghetto.
A few weeks ago I was talking to my son about our adventures and he said something I will never forget. He said “Mom, I am all adventured out.” It broke my heart to hear him say that because I knew this adventure was not the kind my grandmother was talking about. However, this adventure taught him to have compassion for others I have never seen, especially in a twelve-year-old. Everyone we have come across has told me what a helpful and kind kid he is. Teachers are telling me he is intelligent and articulate. That being said, our adventure has done damage to his trust in people and given him a fear and an uncertainty a child should not have to deal with.
I know there are families and children who have horrible lives compared to ours. I thank God every day for what we do have and I know it will only get better. We will have the adventures my grandmother talked about, and our son will learn to trust again.
- Family Reunion Roadtrip Style – Lake Powell, UT (travelpod.com)
- 8 Ways That Grandparents Really Rock! (aarp.org)
- A Never Ending Thanks To Grandparents (thebrightersideoflife57.wordpress.com)
Start by making a step in the direction of change…Keep putting one foot in front of the other…It wont be long before you look back and realize it would be a change to go back…
Their path you are to follow looks clear…It looks easy…It is like walking on air…For miles you can see the open space in front…Nothing clouds the view…you can see everything ahead long before you have to adjust your step..You turn to look over your shoulder…You can see a reflection of the path in front of you…Everything is the same… You start to wonder if this is all there is on this well-worn road…
The Monarch touches your hand for a split second, pulling your eyes to follow..He dances around the bright blooming flower that grows on the side…The humming bird drinks her nectar…You wonder…Can no one else see that beauty…Why do you stay on this path…
You continue on, every step becoming like last….The Coyote plays hide in go seek, watching as you walk…The flicker of his ears allowing the sun to reflect the morning dew as it flies through crisp air…His dark eyes searching your soul, wondering if you have the fearless craving to seek out more than you understand…
A small break appears in the cactus and trees that surround you…Sitting on a rock…the Coyote stares…waiting with his knowledge for you to follow…You stumble and you fall…You cry out as the cactus are sharp and rocks do not bend…
You stand proud with bloody knees and scraped elbows pulling the quills out…Next to you are those who laughed when you followed the Coyote to your own path…You will heal…Your mind is quick…Your heart softens into kindness…Your eyes able to see beauty they cannot….
And you will follow…What is Yours…
Leaving them to continue on What is Theirs…Only following their own refection…
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