I’m back home and tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Surprisingly, I made my goal to be home for Mother’s Day. The plan worked. I’ve been gone 30 days in a very personal effort. For what reason? I’m really not sure except to see where my limits are at age 70.
You may be thinking that this is a form of machismo or a need for attention. I hope not. But, it may be the form of desire that we all experience once in a while when we just want, or need, to do something crazy. As you age, you realize that there’s not many more opportunities to do that. Carpe Diem.
The open road and the freedom to do what I want was both a scary and exhilarating thing. What that does is to heighten your senses and to drop your guard. At least for a while, you enjoy life without any pretenses.
But for those around you that really care about you, it’s not a lot of fun. There’s ongoing uncertainty and the anxiety of something happening. This is especially true for a task that is inherently dangerous, like riding highways in areas where cyclists are not appreciated. I know I caused more headaches and inconvenience to Mary Ann and my family than they deserved. For that, I am truly sorry.
Who is the person who cares the most and sweats the details for YOU? That’s probably your spouse, kids, friends, father – or most likely your mother. On this Mother’s Day, I’m going to give all the mothers I know an extra big hug. Not to worry. The ones you love will be home soon.