We had one of the best long weekends ever. EVER.
I have clients that live in Indianapolis. A few weeks ago, they invited Dallas and me to come up for the race. It was an interesting thought but since we had the kids that weekend and my ex husband views visiting time with his children as an inconvenience, we were forced to decline the invitation.
A few days later, they called back and suggested that we bring the kids.
To the Indy 500.
I took a moment and tried to picture what that might look like....Olivia in the stands.... watching cars go around a track....FOR HOURS...in the sun....
In spite of the fact that our heads were most definitely ON FIRE, Dallas and I decided that we would throw caution to the wind and make the trip. Then, I got a look at airfare and decided that I'd much rather have a new car or a boat or these:
"Let's drive," Dallas said. And after making the nearly 22 hour trip to Florida three years in a row, a mere ten hours to Indianapolis didn't seem all that intimidating. We happily made plans to yank the kids out of school on Friday and get on the road.
But there was a kink in our plan, of course. Man-child, in all of his non-communicating glory, announced that his high school graduation ceremony would be on Saturday. And then we were torn between sitting through boring speeches and shaking our head at all of that wide-eyed, vomit-inducing, "I'm-going-to-take-on-the-world" optimism doing the right thing and speeding off into the sunset with nary a glance in the rear view mirror doing the selfish thing. Decisions, decisions.
"Let's do both," Dallas said. So we did.
Saturday morning, found us caffeinated and out the door by 7:15am. We had offered to drive man-child to the arena and used the short drive to catch up. Our lives have been so busy lately that we often go days without seeing or speaking with him. We learned that his mother would not be attending the ceremony. I was happy that there would be no chance of running into her but quite sad for her child who has consistently been less than prominent in her thoughts.
The graduation ceremony was a pleasant surprise. The speeches were pretty good and when our boy walked across the stage and accepted his diploma, we were flooded with pride.
We cheered his name and he heard us and it meant the world to him.
He had people.
The whole experience was unexpectedly emotional and strangely enough, when it was all said and done, supporting man-child turned out to be one of the sweetest gifts Dallas and I have been fortunate enough to receive.
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