Some of my favorite childhood memories isn’t remembering exactly what was said or one specific place & time.
When my Mom, Dad, younger sister & I got into our van to drive from one location to the next it was not uncommon for it to be a 20 hour drive or longer.
My sister was always reading or sleeping. I would sleep, listen to music, journal & read poetry.
When my Mom needed to take a break from driving I would sit in the passenger’s seat, than my Dad & I would talk.
We’d talk for hours & he would share some of his favorite music with me. He told me his fear of being drafted at the time that ” Carry On My Wayward Son” first came out & how he connected with it. I still picture him as a young man every time I hear that song on the radio.
He would tell me about his life, my grandparents childhoods & mine. He would teach me about right & wrong. About the books that he’s read that show how to better yourself through self-awareness.
We talked about spirituality. In a big way, it is how I learned so much about the world, human kind & empathy.
He taught me to think for myself but listen to others too, you never know when you might learn something. We’d bring up random topics & he would share his opinions & ask mine.
I can first remember these long talks on drives to Cedar Rapids around 9 years old & it was up till we stopped traveling right before I turned 18.
Kind of ironic how the older I got the more I thought I knew & less I needed to learn. After we stopped traveling the one on one time was farther & fewer between. Even though I was a 18-20 year old who knew it all, it is probably when I could’ve used an open mind & these long drives the most.
Now I am 30, life passes by so fast & time is just not there with all of the obligations of day-to-day. I daydream about those long drives, hold these memories close & practice keeping them “active” for fear that decades will make me forget.
Now that I am sure that I don’t know it all lol, the lesson is listen, it’s never too late to learn something.