Taking Life as it Comes and Maybe That’s a Good Thing Aug17


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Taking Life as it Comes and Maybe That’s a Good Thing

Three of my children recently went to Boston with their father and extended family. It went well for about four days and then my 19 year old, Marko, who mostly doesn’t get along with his Dad, had had enough.

They were at a beach house in Massachusetts, a long way from Boston. When the blow up came, as it always does, Dad went to the Beach, son started walking. Ten miles to the nearest bus station; then bus to train station, and train to Logan field. Only took the better part of the day.

Dad called me as soon as he discovered the kid was gone, as if I could fix it a thousand miles away.

Marko called later from the train. Tired, but happy as a clam that he had made his way from Marshfield to Boston on public transportation. His plan was to get a stand-by ticket in Boston and be back in Atlanta by the next day. I have to admit I don’t like to have my children traveling alone, but he is 19, and as he tells me, an ADULT. Well, technically, he may be, but he’s still my child. . . And I was relieved that he had a plan, and was almost home (it seemed that way, didn’t it?)

Three days later, he still had not called to let me know he was in Atlanta. His cell phone had died the first day he was at Logan, so I couldn’t call him; I had to wait for him to call from a pay phone. I did call his girlfriend a couple of times and she assured me that when he got to Atlanta, he had a ride arranged to pick him up and deliver him home, I didn’t need to worry about getting him from the airport. He had not gotten out the first day and was trying to get on the next flight. Flights from Boston to Atlanta happen all day at Logan; I knew he’d be in any minute.

He popped in at my house five days after he started walking. He was happy, animated, completely over the disagreement with his Dad.

About a week later he told me the rest of the story.

left-quoteMom, I never got a flight out of Boston. I took a bus.


“Took me three days to get to Atlanta. It was great! We had long layovers in New York City, Washington, DC, Richmond, VA. I got out at every stop and saw the city. I went to Times Square! TIMES SQUARE!! It is huge and full of people and they are all going somewhere! Washington, DC: I walked around and saw everything! Same in Virginia. It was great!”

A three day bus trip. My worst nightmare. And he was ecstatic. Talk about rolling with it. He embraced it and was thrilled with the experience. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my past, I think I would have been the same way. Road trip? I’m ready! No thought to time tables, schedules, where I should be, what I should be doing. Living in the moment and making the very best of it. So, once again, the student instructs the teacher.

I think of him a lot as my world changes on an hourly basis, and remind myself to roll with it. My world is shaken, but standing. I’m still working, I have a healthy family, and we aren’t living in a war zone, threatened by hurricanes or the possibility of tsunamis. I didn’t have anything when I started in this business, and I’ve gotten this far . . . and frankly, it has been more bus ride than jet plane! I just forgot to enjoy the lay overs.