Family vacation after 40 years

The last family vacation was the summer of my 6th year of life.  We were at Lewes, Delaware beach camping in tents on the sand. I stayed in the tent with my parents while my big brothers had a tent to their own.  Their tent was waterproof, ours was not. Dad and Mom cooked dinner at the campsite nightly. Dessert was a can of fruit cocktail. At that time there was only one cherry in the mix.  It was a mad sword fight of the forks to capture that solo cherry. I am not sure if I ever was successful, yet it was great fun every night!

  Now we are all grown up with grown kids of our own.  The nuclear family and their mates came to this cabin retreat in Boone, NC.  The talk of having a family vacation was to occur Someday.  

Where does the time go?  In the end, does it really matter?  We are here now, enjoying the woods, water and each other.  Shared meals, clinking glasses, stories of love, heartache and support fill the air.  We explore together a new patch of the globe. I am so happy to be all together in this magical place.  Afternoons are filled with reading, hot tub talking, and naps after mornings filled with intense hiking or shopping.  Life does not get much better than this.

On the last family vacation 40 years ago, the big brothers were venturing off to college and early adulthood.  There were many conversations about successful navigation of the next chapter of life. I remember sitting in awe as I had another decade until I would even begin to experiencing that life phase.  Now we sit around the table and discuss the transition to retirement with just as much wonder, worry and delight as we did all those years ago dreaming of adulthood. I am not planning to work full time for another decade; I am slightly behind them in the phase of life too.   Even today, I look forward to joining them in the retirement phase.

A cabin in the woods along the water was something I remember both parents talking about frequently.  Life and death got in the way and we are finally here.  That someday finally became today. Mom and I are the single gals that even out the pack to 6. The sweetest part is that this spectacular cabin is owned by our cousin.  We can’t help ourselves from remembering our youth altogether. That cousin joined us one summer during our beach vacation in tents.  That particular year the VW bus broke down and extended our vacation unexpectedly.  All the kids were delighted!

As a child, I wanted to hurry up and join my brothers in the phase of life where they were.  Now in middle adulthood, we have come to a similar place in life with adult children.  They are wonderful advocates as I navigate life slightly behind them.  There is an unfair advantage that I am fortunate to experience.  Finally, they don’t consider me the annoying little sister too often.  It is amazing to reflect on how the last 40 years has played out for all of us.

Who knows what the next family vacation will have in store for us.  I just hope it is not in another 40 years, or it may have to be in a nursing home!  There is nothing quite like the sound of family laughter to lift your spirits.  This time together as a nuclear family plus spouses has been spectacular.  5 days is the sweet spot of time together.  2 of the days are filled with travel while 3 days are dedicated to adventure. 

Our unforgettable moment will forever be the 5-foot long black snake on the windowsill of my brother’s room.  You have never heard so much screaming and laughter.  I was alerted to this snake and walked up the stairs all confident.  I mean, it’s a harmless snake, right?  I walk in the room to take a look as I hear my brother say it’s at least 5-feet long.  My eyes spy the snake as my brain takes in the information of the size.  Before, I know it, I am on top of the chair yelling at the top of my lungs, “Holy Shiiiiiiit!” Next thing I know I am in the kitchen on top of the cabinets as the ladies in the house are running out of the room.  Good thing the brothers were calm with a plan to remove the snake in a box safely.  

We have not stopped laughing since!

Cheers to the Family,

Kristin Springfield