The Idea

Perhaps the seed was planted several years ago when Matt would suggest driving across the country to Cape-Breton.  I grew up there and I return to visit every couple of years.  In the summer, it's simply beautiful.  The people there wear their East Coast Lifestyle t-shirts honestly.  But from our house, it is far by car.

"One mad dash," he'd try to convince me. 

Driving all day, for many days in a row, just to get there quickly.  “It could save us money,” he would say, “You could bring everything you want to have out there and packing wouldn’t be an issue.”

Yeah, no issue, except that when he was suggesting this plan we had three kids under the age of 5. 

 Sophie and Ellie, 4 years & 6 months.

Sophie and Ellie, 4 years & 6 months.

 Ben, 2 years

Ben, 2 years

Nah…no issue at all.  They seem rather angelic. 

Huh...flashback to once upon a time:

 I think I see real tears.

I think I see real tears.

We’d be in a constant rolling torture chamber for five days or more.  Not my gig.  So every time he would bring it up, I would shut it down immediately.  I’d beat that beast right back into its cage.  No way was I going to sit in a car for that distance with toddlers.  Little people can be crazy, that would just make them crazier, and in turn, I would become crazy.  I would be unfit to mother because I would have hurled myself out the side door of the car at highway speeds. 

I can just see my body rolling along kicking up a cloud of dust. 

It would be bad. 

Actually, I can see it because I know that arrangement could only be horrible.

I agreed that I’d love to do "The Drive" one day, but that just wasn’t my vision anytime soon. 

Then it happened...the kids got a little older. 

 The Littles...not so little anymore.

The Littles...not so little anymore.

There was a new light at the end of the tunnel.  

My baby was taking the un-parented classes and I, unhinged and a little lost, felt like I was forgetting something.   Now, at drop-offs I got to sit with my iPhone and actually get through an entire news article surrounded by all the other moms pulling out snacks and bouncing babies.  The baby and toddler years felt like an eternity at the time, but now it was becoming clear that my Littles weren’t so little anymore.

And so when Matt and I were discussing our summer plans this year, "The Drive" came up again.  Except this time it was I who brought it up.  Yes, it was me.  I was the one.  Plus, Ben had recently developed a strong affinity for Canadian geography, so why not show him the real deal. 

 Ben's drawing of Canada from memory after studying the one hanging in his Grade 2 class.

Ben's drawing of Canada from memory after studying the one hanging in his Grade 2 class.

But here’s the thing people:  it’s different when it’s on my terms because now I feel a teeny tiny bit more ready.  And I may be fooling myself, but I feel READY to take on this epic journey.  (Confession:  The bold, all caps READY letters are to convince myself that I am in fact, truly...*hesitation*...ready.  Also, it will be a far cry from a mad dash, probably more of a lollygag.)

And because I’m so READY, I said to Matt, “You know, maybe I should do the drive.  Give Sophie (who is 10) another couple of years and I’m not convinced she’ll be willing.  Maybe this is my year to go."  I knew that Matt's idea of doing the drive was more "us" doing the drive with the kids.  And even though the kids are a wee bit older, I still don't think I could straight shoot it.  Since he can't just up and leave work, my bright idea is that I will drive to the east coast so that we don't have to rush it.  

Plus, I'll avoid all the logistics involved with planning camps for the kids this summer!