"A mother is the truest friend we have." ~Washington Irving Do you remember being separated from your mom when you were little - in a store or a public place? Were you traumatized as you surfed through knee after knee of full-grown humans that weren't your mom? Or as a young child ever accidentally grab the hand of an adult that wasn't your parents'? Ahhh! The horror! I distinctly remember as a young mom leaving a child (or two) at church and driving almost all the way home before I realized they weren't in the third row seat of the new car we just bought. My defense is I wasn't used to looking in a third row. And while my daughter was very young and still knew enough to go to the safe Sunday School lady, my son (on a separate occasion) was still up in the tree he climbed and didn't even know he was left behind. My husband says he often thought as a preacher's boy when he didn't think anyone was home that the Rapture happened and he was ...
"And I took the one less traveled by..." from the poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost Road trips. You either hate them or you love them. I married into a family that will go anywhere in a car, anytime, any distance. They don't bat an eye at traveling cross country from Cali to New England to see the leaves change color. And they always want to take the obscure routes less traveled (thank you Robert Frost). They love road trips so much they start planning the next one during the current one. I, on the other hand, have moved road trips on my "Rating Spectrum for Travel" from ' loathe' to ' heavily avoid' , just a few notches down from going into a public hot tub (but slightly above eating slimy okra). Car sickness has been a constant travel companion of mine, along with Flaming Hot Cheetos, lattes and those chocolate covered acai things from Costco. I can't say for sure whether car sickness comes before or after my ...