My Monday Morning Memories entry is focused on the prompt "times shared with family". This memory isn't so much a single memory but rather a series of memories that were created. In 1999, I remarried and moved 80 miles northeast of where I had lived my entire life. It was imperative to both myself and my ex that our son and daughter maintain the stability of the school system we believed in. Therefore, that required me to make a "long" commute every day that they were with me to take them to school. At first this wasn't an issue, as I worked in the "city" and commuted in every day for work regardless. However, eventually my work life took me to a job in my current location. For about 8 years, I continued this commute which was now "twice" as long (i.e. down and back in the morning, down and back in the evening). Many people told me I was "nuts" and while that is true it isn't because of this. I cherished those commutes with my children. How precious are those hours when the farthest away your child can get from you is the car door? We never had those conversations that started with "How was your day?" only to be answered by "Fine!". Some days found us discussing frivolous topics, yet others found us discussion deep topics that in any other setting would have been awkward. I firmly believe that these close knit relationship moments were the basis for the "grounded" and "responsible" son and daughter that developed. I couldn't be more proud of the Man and Woman that they each have become.
posted at http://memories-on-mondays.blogspot.com/2011/03/monday-memories-7.html