Monday, February 02, 2009

A Visit Southward

I'm sitting here smiling. I feel peaceful and happy. We spent the weekend travelling south to visit our son, spending many hours in the car and three nights on the road. It was worth every minute, every single minute. Our Web is a wonderful young man, with a strong and purposeful sense of self. His path is far different from ours, yet he carries our values and love with him.

He's living in a communal setting, working hard and developing a strong interest in sustainable living and farming. He's about to embark on an adventure to another part of the US, to gain experience at a more established farm, and possibly bring those experiences back to his current home. Or, being the adventurous sort, he may move around a bit. Apparently there are many farms that he's interested in, so only time will tell. He's travelling with a trusted friend, and we feel good about the whole venture.

I have to tell you about Saturday night. We went to a nice little restaurant in town, Eric and I and two hippy-type boys. There was an open piano and an invitation to play. Web has about ten years of piano lessons under his belt, plus an amazing ability to play anything he hears. He sat down at the piano and played two beautiful classical pieces. Both ended in applause, and when we left, one table full of older adults said they were sorry to see him leave and had enjoyed his playing. I think he turned some perceptions upside down that night. I'm pretty sure they didn't expect what they got out of the dreadlocked, scruffy looking kid. He has an ability with music that truly amazes me, and often goes busking on street corners with his accordion. When he asked for piano lessons at age six, we didn't own a piano. We thought he'd try and give up, but we were mistaken. We bought the piano (after a year of lessons without one) and trucked him to lessons for the next ten years. It was money and time well spent.

In addition to the time we spent with Web, we ran together in new towns, and spent many hours cocooned in the car together. We had great conversations, lots of laughs and just general fun. Though I must say, poor Eric. He left Spokane on Friday morning (at the far eastern edge of our state), drove six hours home, then about two hours later we got in the car and drove to central Oregon - an additional four or so hours in the car. That's a big hunk of driving in one day! That left us with only two hours to travel on Saturday. Yesterday, we drove straight back to Vancouver (just over the Washington/Oregon border) so Eric could be at a business meeting. We finally got home about 3:00 this afternoon. All in all, a sweet weekend, full of life's best pleasures. And, yes, a weekend and a road trip that did not involve a race!

Of course, that's not the case next weekend...another race is fast approaching. However, we have another weekend like this on our schedule, when we plan to head to the eastern side of the state again, but this time to visit Riley. Parents on the move!

20 comments:

Irene said...

That's something about your son and the piano at the restaurant. Yes, looks don't tell the tale. My kids are around the same ages as yours, and I can certainly vouch for creative license when it comes to self expression. ;) Your sons are wonderful.

Journey to a Centum said...

I'd make a comment but I'm really too tired to do anything but agree with your post. It was a wonderful weekend.

robtherunner said...

I think a visit with Web is well worth a trip without a race. Although, it does seem a bit strange for you.

Anne said...

I love that you and Eric embrace your son's alternative view of life and support his sense of adventure and purpose. Is he near Bend? (You mentioned central OR). My parents and sister live about 45 minutes away in Terrabonne.

bagelsong said...

Awe! What a blessing you have, Michelle! Thanks for sharing the story about the music...that helps me feel good about what I do for a living. :)

Jack said...

What a great weekend, and so cool the way you speak with such pride about your son. I hope Eric has recovered from all the driving, I don't think I could do that anymore.

Thomas said...

I love the way you let Web completely do his own thing.

Wes said...

No race but equally momentous :-)

Darrell said...

I'd say you'd have to consider it a success to have a son who is independant and is following is own dreams and ideals. My hats off to anybody willing to buck the system a little.

Oh, and a trip without a race?! I think I've forgotten how to do that.

Makita said...

A perfect weekend! Love the imagery of Web playing classical music at the piano - stunning the audience. :)

You were in Central Oregon!!

Annette said...

Sounds like a lot of time in the car over the weekend. But, worth it for some time with your son. Sounds like a very talented guy. :)

Mother of Martineau Tribe said...

I hope our kiddos find their niche. See you this weekend!

Sunshine said...

A sweet story of unconditional love! Bless you.

Dori said...

How nice that you were able to visit Web. Between races and traveling to visit your children, how do you find time to work? ;-)

wendy said...

what a wonderful weekend! And another trip so soon - they grow up WAY too fast!

Sooo, no races this past weekend, but I'm guessing there will be some planned for your next trip to visit your eldest?

How's e/t else going?

Cat said...

What a nice story. All of it!

scott keeps running said...

Hope to see you on your visit with Riley!

Jenny, Maniac #401 said...

Glad it was a good time and safe travel
Jenny

Joe said...

Way late on catching up on blogs...but that doesn't take away the admiration of you guys connecting with Web...very neat.

Looking forward to this weekend's report!!

Anonymous said...

Michelle,
Can you let me know the name of the place where Web is currently living and the farms that he's going to? My daughter is also into sustainable living and I think she would be interested to learn about these places. Maybe you could post a comment on Bret's blog? And I'm anxious to hear all about your lasik procedure, too!
Gail