Nancy Wolf headed across the country with a friend, but like all of us with children, she couldn’t quite leave them behind. Read more from Nancy on her blog, Witty Worried and Wolf.
THE VIEWS OUTSIDE THE WINDOWS OF MY FRIEND CAROLINE’S CAR ARE SPECTACULAR.
Ever changing landscapes that look like moonscapes so unusual are the rock formations that we are seeing at the place where the states of Arizona and Utah meet. The sandstone rocks have names like East Mitten and The Three Sisters and The Thumb. I study the brochure so I can distinguish between a butte, a mesa and a spire.
On Day 5 of our Road Trip we are visiting Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park, a valley of shrubs and wind and underground aquifers and the iconic rock pinnacles that rise to 1,000 feet in the air from a valley that is already 5,564 above sea level. It is so very quiet here, off-season, only a few visitors; you can almost hear the wind whistle along the valley floor.
Caroline, who is a geography buff, talks about the forces of water and wind that created the rock formations millions of years ago. No wonder the Navajo people revere this area. I am filled with a sense of peace and contentment as I sit on a ledge with my face in the warm sun, overlooking the beautiful valley below.
THEN MY CELL PHONE RINGS.
I knew it couldn’t last. I recognize the number, one which I am intimately familiar. It is my son, calling no doubt to tell me of some new problem that he needs me to solve. Right now. He struggles with his mental health. While I am sympathetic, often empathetic and love my son deeply, please know that – there are times – and this is one of them – when I feel heavily weighed upon by his neediness.
I’m on vacation, I want to shout into the phone. Call your father, I want to tell him. (and then feel guilty because my wonderful husband is at his DC office while I am the one getting to enjoy this amazing Road Trip from DC to Los Angeles with one of my oldest friends.)
I hesitate, then I pick up my phone, which I had turned on for photo-taking purposes only. A minute into the call, just as my son is getting ready to unload on me (I hear it in his voice), the call fails. Thank you to the cell phone gods for the very spotty service here in this remote rural area!
HOW IRONIC IS IT THAT EVEN IN THIS MOST ANCIENT AND PEACEFUL PLACE THE REAL WORLD INTRUDES. WE CAN GO ON VACATION TO FAR AWAY PLACES BUT NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE, THE CONCERNS WE LEFT BEHIND FOLLOW US. I KNEW THAT BUT STILL NAIVELY THOUGHT THAT FOR A FEW DAYS AT LEAST, I COULD ESCAPE INTO THE SCENERY.
Tomorrow we head to a place where I will also be greatly needed. Caroline and I are volunteering at the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, a 3,000 acre animal rehab and rescue center in southern Utah. When we signed up for our shift at Dogtown, I had visions of sitting on the grass cuddling adorable puppies ready to be adopted. Or taking sweet older dogs on walks through the canyon trails. Caroline thinks instead that we may be asked to fold laundry or clean out dog crates. I am hoping Caroline is wrong.
Even if you are not a dog person, you have to admit that being needed by an animal is a joyful experience. You are nice to them and they love you back. Their needs are uncomplicated and easy to satisfy.
And if you are a parent, you remember, as I do, how when your kids were young how intensely they needed you. I loved that feeling of being the center of their world when they were little. I welcomed their demands and their insistence that I pay attention to them.
BUT AS I RELISH MY EMPTY NESTER YEARS, I AM HAPPY NOT TO BE NEEDED SO MUCH.
After all I did to get to this stage of life, I feel, selfishly I admit, that I now deserve some “me” time. Realistically though that doesn’t always happen even when our nests empty out. If it isn’t our adult kids seeking our attention, then we have the demands of caring for our elderly parents. Most of my friends are pulled by their adult kids or their aging parents or both. “Me” time can be very hard to come by.
So I consider myself lucky to be able – right now, this early spring, at my age (I just qualified for a senior lifetime pass to the U.S. National Park system, in case you were wondering) to have both the energy and the time to go on a Road Trip.
When my cell phone rings again, as it no doubt will, and given my son’s impeccable timing, he will likely call just as we are driving through the Mojave Desert in California, I will try to see it not as a burden.
BEING NEEDED IS A GIFT, EVEN IF IT SOMETIMES DOESN’T FEEL THAT WAY.
Leisa A. Hammett
Sunday 29th of March 2015
Love this. Good writing. A reflection, too, on this fabulous magazine!
Wednesday 25th of March 2015
Very interesting! I can identify with the both - your trip to Monument Valley and phone calls from son who is in college. Love the valley, so beautiful. Also, have to admit that my son's well being is constantly on my mind. It is very hard for me to survive his college years because I am aware of all challenges young adult are facing. This is my blog post from Monument Valley you might want to check. http://www.yvonnestravel.com/?p=2404
Wednesday 25th of March 2015
Oh boy, do I get that. I always say I didn't get that empty nest syndrome I had a list and a plan, It never fails though somebody needs something. I bet that trip was AMAZING!