It’s starting to warm up, at least here in Texas, and it’s making me think about summer. Even if you are someplace where the snow is still falling, join me for just a moment and daydream of summer. I promise the title of this post will make sense if you’ll come along with me for a moment on a little trip to the summers of our childhood. When I was a kid summer meant long lazy days out playing with my friends and arguing with my mom it was too soon to come in for dinner.
Summer also meant the annual family road trip. At various points in my childhood I lived in New York, Amsterdam and Vienna… and while the destination of the road trips naturally varied accordingly to their starting points, much about each trip remained the same; dad squeezing one more bag into the intricate puzzle that was our car’s trunk and never stopping for directions; mom smearing suntan lotion on our faces; and my brother and I bickering in the backseat.
Which leads me to this summer. I’m the dad now, with a wonderful wife and a sweet toddler who’s almost two and a half. Is it some sort of amnesia that makes me forget or at least minimize the challenges our parents faced on those long family road trips? Instead it’s all a blur in my head of slightly faded, white-edged photos of us at National Parks, European landmarks and road-side dinners. Am I crazy to feel the urge to hit the road so soon with my young family?
Sure the price of gas is getting higher and will likely get much higher still before summer arrives, sure my sweet little girl is probably too young to really remember anything we do or see when she gets older. But we, the parents will remember it. And some day these soon to be halcyon tinted memories will be all we have of these days when I could still carry my little girl in my arms… the days when she’d still let me carry her… the days when she still thought dad’s a kinda cool guy.
Ah, but then that leads to the question where should we go on a trip this summer? I know my wife’s first vote would be Disney World. And if my 2.5 year old got a vote I’m sure she’d pick that, too. Still there’s a part of me, and I know it has to do with my childhood trips, that just wants to head out across America; get on old Route 66 and follow the blue highways west. Summers in Texas are very hot, so the allure of Colorado’s cool mountains is strong. Maybe a cabin rental on a creek?
So, about the title of this blog. I remember one childhood trip where for hundreds of miles we encountered road signs every 20 miles or so exhorting us to stop and “SEE THE AMAZING THING!” That sort of thing is quite irresistible to little boys. So as the miles went by and we passed more and more signs for the “AMAZING THING” my brother and I begged for my dad to stop when we got there. And to his credit, he did. It turned out the AMAZING THING was a bit less than amazing… but that’s not the point.
The point is that in life it’s not all about destinations nor is it just about stopping and smelling the roses… sometimes you have to stop and smell see the amazing things. My late father raced through his life, his eyes firmly fixed ahead on the next milestone… except sometimes, the rare sometimes, he stopped and let us see some pretty amazing things… things that surround us if we only pause and look. So, I’d like to do an old fashioned road trip sometime soon.
How about you? What are your plans this summer? Do or did you travel with your kids? What generated the best memories? Was it thrilling theme parks, amazing mountain vistas, playing in the surf, or perhaps jetting to far off places? They say “life is about the journey, not the destination.” I think they are right in many ways. So, whatever you choose for your next family trip, please if you can, try to make time to stop and SEE THE AMAZING THING! You can bet I will.