With 3 kids to raise each one demands a portion of individual attention. Quite frankly I don't ever think I've done a good job of giving them their due.
With summer here and all 3 shuttled off to see their Mother I am feeling guilty about the time I don't get to spend with them. Last week found me in San Diego picking up my 12 yr old from camp.
I took the opportunity to spend a few days with her. We spent 3 days and 1100 miles making an 8hr 500 mile trip to her Mom's house. What a great adventure. We spent nights in campgrounds in Ventura and Morro Bay. Days exploring beaches, tide pools and little towns we found. Snuggled together in the back of the SUV on an under-inflated air mattress or in a too small tent. I haven't slept so well in ages. Our last day was spent on the Hwy 1 driving along the most rugged and undeveloped section of coastline probably in the world. We spent a big chunk of the day touring San Simeon. Truly an American Icon. We ended the day at Fisherman's Wharf in Monterey. I showed her my old high school, went on a glass bottom tour of the kelp beds, counted Sea Otters and sat for caricature of us both.
I could go on indefinitely about those 3 short days. I guess the real measure of them will be if she remembers them as fondly I do.
So far no one has found my blog. I hope that will change with regular updating. If you stop by to read please sign in and let me know will you? I'd love to hear from any single Dad's or Mom's out there.
Tell me about you experiences, your trials, doubts and hopes. I'm pretty sure we have much more in common than differences.
More later...
No comments:
Post a Comment