Thursday, July 10, 2014
Cup of Joy
There was no one to fight with...
I spent last week in Morristown, Tenn., with my parents. Every year during the summer, we make the trek to the holy land – The Great Smoky Mountains.
Ordinarily, we stay somewhere in Gatlinburg, but this year we stayed in a cottage on Lake Cherokee in Morristown. It was beautiful. The water was breathtaking, and the view of the mountains surrounding the cottage was as magnificent as any I have ever seen.
The trip was different this year. My parents have been taking my three sisters and me to the Smoky Mountains every summer since I can remember, but it was different this year.
There came a time when the oldest, Jennifer, stopped coming with us. She got married and started having children and now goes on vacation with a family of her own. They went to Gatlinburg just a few weeks before we did.
Then came a time when the second oldest, Jessica, stopped coming with us. She got married and started having children and now goes on vacation with a family of her own. They went to Atlanta this year.
Now there has come a time when the youngest, Jordan, has stopped coming with us. She got married this past May and will eventually start having children and will go on vacation with a family of her own. She and her husband went to Gatlinburg on their honeymoon.
So this year, it was just me. It was a strange thing not having any of my sisters along. I enjoyed the alone time with my parents very much, and there was a pleasantness about not having to share, argue, fight or discuss anything concerning the vacation with three other girls.
In the car on the way up, there was no one to fight with over room on the seat or who was leaning on who or what stuffed animal was being sat or stepped on.
There was no one to argue with over where to stop to eat or whose bubble gum was whose.
When we got to the cottage, there was no one to race to get to the bed I wanted to sleep on, no reason to beat on the bathroom door because someone was primping too long, no need to ask momma and daddy who got to watch what on the tv and when.
As we toured the mountains, there was no one to roll my eyes at as she stood on every boulder in sight searching for cell service to talk to her boyfriend, no one to roll my eyes at again as I heard her say, “I miss you, too.”
In town, there was no heated debate about what attractions to be done or which shops to see, no sound of each little girl declaring which treat or souvenir she wanted -
“I want a caramel apple.”
“I like candied apples.”
“I want the Indian head dress with the bow and arrows.”
“I want the black teddy bear.”
By the end of the night, there was no one else falling asleep in the backseat, no little girls to scoop up and tuck in bed, no princess jammies to lay out.
Only me, and I outgrew my princess jammies a long time ago.
My parents encouraged me the entire week I was with them to get whatever I wanted. In a restaurant or in a store, my precious momma and daddy would repeat, “Now baby, get whatever you want.”
I wanted my sisters.
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