Forced Togetherness

 

So grateful I followed my instincts

 

Forewarning:  This IS a travelogue.  There ARE vacation photos.  Read on at your own risk! 

 

Robby is 18.  Robby has graduated from high school.  Robby has a job that he loves.  Perhaps even adores.  For the first two weeks of summer vacation, Robby traveled with his new company, setting up lights and sound for corporate events.  First to Denver, then to San Franscisco. 

I was uncomfortable at best, having him so far removed from me.  From family.  Out of the safe nest we have so carefully crafted. 

Needless to say, when he told me he did not want to go on our family trip, I was crushed.  I have tried to be less pushy as a parent, now that he has grown up and graduated.  I thought about it for days and finally put my foot down. 

“This is the 2nd to LAST family vacation we will have before you leave home.  Work can wait and you WILL be coming with us.”  OH, “And you can drive a separate car so you can still feel some autonomy”.  See?  I gave a little! 

I am so very glad I followed my instincts to make him come with us.  Moments like this are more and more precious, as I realize they are coming to an end. 

 

 

Parenting an almost adult feels kind of like walking a tightrope.  He is old enough to be on his own, old enough to make his own decisions.  I am grateful that this time, he was still young enough to listen!!!

 

And now to bore you all with many, many vacation pictures:

 

How many kids can you pile into a hot tub? 

And on a similar note, when Grandma and Grandma say “Pizza Hut”, how many grandkids can you pile into a van? 

With Grandma and Grandpa in South Carolina most of the time, it is a real treat to have them decide to come play with us in Moab.  Especially when his chiropractic skill comes in so handy (on the kitchen table!)

Double arches where the kids played and climbed like billy goats for two full hours!!!

Kids hiking to the double arch.  Love brothers helping brothers!!!

I love this picture because it shows how massive this arch was.  Those dots down at the bottom right side are people!!!

 

Sitting WAY UP HIGH!!!!

My brave baby sister who brought her twins hiking in moab!

Bob caught some great pictures of the boys enjoying the pool.

The two houses were separated by a mean old fence, so our big boys took down a panel  for a few days.  That way, the kids could cross yards directly and not have to go down the road and around the corner! 

 

There is just no way to describe the “sand hill” as my brother in law called it.  We decided it was a “mountain/cliff/sheer drop”.  A few of us climbed it the night before and were pretty sure it was a heart attack in the making.  It was so high that I had a nasty headache by the time we got to the top. 

Uncle Jeff decided he was king of the world.  Sometimes, he is the biggest kid of all!!!!

My dad took off his shoes and started hiking.  Boy was I nervous!  If I felt like it would give ME a heart attack, I was sure that at age 71 it WOULD give him one!!!

Victorious!!!  Everyone was happy (and pretty shaky) when they reached “the rock”.

With Robby’s love of all things containing wires, batteries, and electronic parts, I sure do love seeing him outside!

After sitting in the air conditioned van for a while, Bob finally caved to family pressure, took off his shoes and started to climb with Evan.  I declined, having made the climb the night before!

My dad finally made it to the very tippy top.  He is the little speck to the left of the telephone pole. 

Bob finally made it up to the rock.  I guess we walk a lot around here, but we must not climb enough!

Jeff’s sweaty head.  Cindy and I were sure he had dumped a bottle of water on his head, but he assures us this is one downside of having no hair. 

We took a short hike up to an overlook of delicate arch.  Laila and Brent were again brave enough to hike with 2 of their big kids and two new babies!

They look very comfy, don’t they?  Especially the one packing two bottles!!

 

I am very grateful that when my big boy fell and scraped both knees, it was not on a very high spot, only on rocks. 

Have I mentioned that I love being a mom?

And a (sort of) grandma?

 

My sister, Cindy was kind (crazy) enough to get up at 3:30 am and take willing children (victims) on a sunrise hike. 

Proof that crazy people really do exist

 

Grandpa makes it to the top!!!