What I Learned On A Weekend Getaway
My husband and I are crossing a bridge to a resort island for a fall weekend getaway. It’s just the two of us in the car and we take in the sight of salt marshes stretched out beneath us and sailboats on the horizon. It is a familiar beauty, this road to the beach; we have taken it before. There were summer family vacations here. There were getaways like this one; weekends without the kids. But this is the first time that we cross this bridge in our fifth decade. It is the first time that we cross it as parents of children who are grown and are no longer at home awaiting our return. It is an unfamiliar road.
As the bridge ends and connects to the main road that runs through the center of the island, I wonder how the weekend will go. I am surprised at the lump in my throat as we pass the mini golf course where we spent evenings as a family happily whacking a small ball through plastic windmills and artificial waterfalls. It was only a game, but small pleasures loomed large then; our children made it easy to stay in the moment where the real treasures lie. The reality that those days are gone hits me hard here in the car on our way to the hotel.
We check in at the front desk and take our luggage to the room. We buy a newspaper and two coffees and head out to the pool. There are mostly adults here, absorbed in books and distracted by cell phones. To the left of the pool I see a small grassy area with striped hammocks surrounded by sea oats.
“Let’s go sit in a hammock,” I say to my husband.
“Well, yeah,” I answer. “We can both fit. Come on.”
Sunday comes and we are back on the main road heading towards the bridge. We are driving back to our house where we raised our family; back to a familiar beauty. And though our children will not be there, we will. And we are able still, my husband and I, to experience real treasures in the moment and small pleasures that loom large. The reality that those days are not gone gives me comfort here in the car on our way home. And this road is not so unfamiliar after all.