For every beginning, there is an end… Nebraska 2018

For many years my parents nurtured and took care of me, constantly doing things that they didn’t want to do. As my dad gets older, and I decide to drive across eight states with him, I too find myself doing those same things… buckling seat belts, repeating things, helping him get out of the car.

This may not be how most 26 year olds spend their summers.. with their parents. I however, was born with an old soul. I realize that for every beginning, there is an end. This race is started, and one day, it will be finished.

I know that they will not be here forever. I know that my little girl will not always have opportunities to spend with her grandparents.

These past two weeks- my little girl wasn’t sure who to call mama because I was calling my own mother “mama”.

As we drive back across eight more states and I roll my eyes when my daddy asks me to open a bottle of water for him- I realize how special it has been to take this trip, to have this time.

How many of you wish you could buckle your daddy’s seat belt? Or talk to your mama? That’s why I’m not waiting until my parents are gone to wish I had done these things.

This trip has been full of laughter, frustrations, not knowing where we are, meaningful conversations, homesickness, first time experiences, silent car rides, and lasting memories. It was all time well spent.

As I listen to my daddy snore in the back seat, nothing but cornfields in my view, my heart is full. And even with a bank account that doesn’t match that fullness, I realize what is most important in life- and that is family.

4 thoughts on “For every beginning, there is an end… Nebraska 2018

  1. Love it! “These past two weeks- my little girl wasn’t sure who to call mama because I was calling my own mother “mama”.” Hence why my grandmother was Mymomma to me!!!

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  2. Kimberly you are so very special. Many people do not realize how fortunate they are til it’s to late. I love you and your family. Ya are welcome to visit me anytime ya want.

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