What I learned on vacation

Well, I’m still adjusting to the time difference between Colorado and Windsor, Canada. Amazing the difference two hours can make. My family and I spent eight days in and around Copper Mountain last week with my husband’s family. Honestly, the sooner we can move to Colorado and live the rest of our days there, the better. I’ve found my nirvana.

Even while on vacation, I pay attention to what there is for me to learn. Maybe I should say “especially” while I’m on vacation, since getting out of my regular routine provides me lots more opportunities to see and hear things I wouldn’t otherwise. I learned, for instance, that my almost six-year-old son is a master at driving a bumper boat and squirting its water gun at anyone on the lake he could reach. Since he had never “driven” anything before, I was amazed at how quickly he learned to maneuver the boat and to control its direction.  I learned how quickly he could develop new skills, and I learned how to get out of his way.

From my four-year-old son, I learned a lot about jumping and flipping. Tethered by a harness attached to bungee cords, he flew into the air as he bounced on a trampoline and did forward and backward flips with ease and grace. I learned that some things aren’t as easy to do as they might seem, and that some things little kids learn more easily than grown-ups do.

From my baby, not yet two years old, I learned how hearts can completely melt and total focus be attained by gazing up into someone’s eyes and flashing them a slow, steady smile. I learned again how feelings, immediately expressed, get understood perfectly, and that holding them inside doesn’t really benefit anybody.

From my husband, I learned that love doesn’t depend on behavior, or moods, or circumstances, but on being there for one another and for trusting in our commitments.

I taught myself something, too. Five hours alone in a house by myself once every six years is an amazing gift, but one I need more often. The day before we made our return trip home, I spent time by myself in our rented cabin reading a women’s magazine cover to cover (including all the recipes and letters to the editor in their entirety), drinking a glass of wine, watching the sun shine all over the mountains and trees, hearing the birds sing and the chipmunks chirp, feeling the chilly breeze on my skin and the soft fabric of the over-sized couch on my legs and feet. I tuned into KLCC radio from Eugene, Oregon and enjoyed immensely a four-hour blues program they were playing. I spoke to no one. I went no where. I ate and drank as my body dictated and rested my body and spirit the rest of the time. I haven’t had that much time to myself in six years. Even when I’ve not had the responsibility of taking care of my children, even when I’ve been on vacation with family and friends other times, I haven’t kept my own company and enjoyed it so thoroughly.

I’m lucky to have such great teachers all around me.

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3 comments

  1. This made me cry. In a good way. You have such a way with words, Lara. Beautiful 🙂 Just like you… B

  2. Brandi,

    Everytime I come across this comment you left, I marvel at how lucky I am to have met you.

    I’ve been thinking about you a lot–How was your first day of school? How does it feel to be starting something that you’ve wanted to do for so long?

    No doubt there’s a lot of scrambling going on right now to manage the house, the family, the rest of your life…But I am really inspired watching you follow your heart and do something you really want to do.

    Cheers to you!

    Lara