Labor Day Weekend

We visited my parents over the Labor Day weekend. Originally we had planned to go back to where we moved from to take care of a few things, but that didn’t work out. We decide it was most important for us to go visit my parents since we don’t visit them very often. We left after I got off work Saturday. Stayed up late talking with my dad. My mom works overnights so we didn’t get to see her until Sunday morning.

Seriously of all the times to forget the camera. So many eventful things happened on that trip which we would have wanted to capture, but alas a mere 5 miles out of town, upon realizing it was forgotten, we opted not to return for the forgotten camera.

Sunday was spent relaxing and working, but all of it was fun. Watching the kids play in their miniature race car and Jeep in the expansive front yard while watching hummingbirds fight over the food was just the beginning. We donned our work gloves and headed to the back property that my parents are trying to clear. I drove a tractor (for the first time I might add) hauling trees that we’d felled to the burn pile. We burned the pile of branches, leaves, etc (with fire department approval of course) just as it started to get really windy. So not only did we smell like a campfire we also smelled of water (as we sprayed the neighbors barn and surrounding tree branches to prevent starting everything on fire). 

The last time we visited my parents they had a stray cat hanging around. This time the cat was not to be found, but a little yip dog followed the kids everywhere they went-even curling up on the front porch when we all went inside. I think my parents are borrowing pets to have for the kids’ entertainment when we go up there! The dog was cute.

Monday morning brought a fund-raiser breakfast at the local volunteer fire department. My parents live in the same small town I spent 9 years in. Many of the same people still live there. Old friends I’d known but haven’t seen in over half my life were there. It was so good to see familiar faces. The Model T Club was there with their vehicles and as my husband mentioned to the children that there was a seat in the back (the rumble seat) of the Model T the owner popped it open and asked if they all wanted a ride. So with the kids seated in back, my husband climbed in and they all took a ride! Wow, that’s so fun! I was inside socializing, or I’d have fought him for that passenger seat!

The trip was a success and I’m thankful we went. The most memorable time came from an argument with my mom. I know it sounds bad, but hear me out. There was a misunderstanding and I approached my mom to make it right. I knew I wasn’t in the wrong but I desired the relationship more than I desired being right. So dropping my defenses my mom and I were able to work out the misunderstanding and truly talk for the first time in forever (it seems). There was healing through our pain and laughter of that two-hour conversation. She asked me not to facebook any of our argument, which I told her I wouldn’t. I did say however that I’d likely blog about it, so there it is. My mom doesn’t read my blog (to my knowledge) but if she ever does, I hope she’s pleased with how I’ve presented our time together. I hope to make it back to their place soon!