Last year I repeatedly said I was going to visit my parents in Flagstaff. I was going to go to Flagstaff alone and it was going to be wonderful. 

In April 2019, I was so burned out from care-taking and worrying and self-imposed pressure I decided I would go right after Samuel’s high school graduation. But then my volunteer activism continued to be heated and then the budget dried up and then…

There were a couple trips to Las Vegas to get Samuel to orientation and then to move him to school. His needs came first. 

And then I almost died in October. No traveling then. 

I considered somehow squishing it in post Thanksgiving but I really wasn’t feeling well enough for that much driving. And then there was the family adventure to the East Coast for Christmas which was excellent but completely stretched my post-illness abilities and budget restraints again.

In 2019, I never went to visit my parents in Flagstaff.

On our last night visiting with Katherine, my daughter, and Donald, her husband in December, we played a game which focuses on resolutions and goals, mission and vision (sounds like my ideal game, doesn’t it) where vulnerability and sharing stories are a given. 

I stated again, “This year, I am going to visit my parents. Around my birthday, I am going to visit my parents. I can’t keep putting it off.”

My birthday is at the end of January.

January came and my birthday left and in February, something that felt like a miracle occurred. Emma and I drove to Flagstaff. She originally wasn’t going to come with me, but I decided it would be good for her to visit with my parents, too, so off we went.

It was truly a fantastic experience. Having Emma with me helped me in numerous ways, but I especially loved hearing my Dad talk to her with his usual enthusiasm. No other grandkids there to compete, just her.

We didn’t rush around like we usually do, we simply visited and talked, talked and visited. Emma and I had a motel room and explored downtown Flagstaff with its vibe so aligned to us. We woke up one morning to snow and thoroughly enjoyed the Lowell observatory, just like we had when Emma was a little girl.

We made plans for our next visit, which we planned to make after picking up Samuel after Spring semester at UNLV but that didn’t happen because of Covid19. My mother was hospitalized in the Spring and there was no way I would put my parents at risk by visiting them as much as I would feel reassured if I saw them.

I am so grateful I finally took the road trip, that I took it with Emma, and that no matter what I will hold this memory close to my heart. For that, I am so grateful.

What is one (or more) experiences you are grateful for so far in 2020? Bonus: after you create a list, write about at least one of them for five minutes or more, like I wrote about one of my experiences of gratitude in this blog post.

This blog post was inspired by a prompt from #Refresh2020 – a 3 week initiative during July 2020 to intentionally explore our experiences of 2020 so that we may continue the year with purpose and passion, even and especially if chaotic circumstances continue to erupt around us.

We will be holding space for the unknowing and aiming for our best, even if we don’t know what that best is. If that compels you, consider spending the next month or so with us. Click the image below to connect or ask me any questions yo

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