After a LOT of anticipation, and “plan A” and “plan B” falling by the wayside, my parents took Lucy’s “group” of grandkids on their much-looked-forward-to “motor home trip” this summer.
You see, when each “group” of grandkids reaches a particular age, they get to do certain things. At some ages they get more “Grandfather’s Secrets.” At others they work up from an afternoon of “Grammie Camp” to an actual Grammie Camp sleep-over. But I think the highlight for all is the “Motor Home Trip” they get to go on with both grandparents I think supposedly at age 14 (it has changed a little for each “group” according to ages and availability, etc.)
(Yes, I have started warning my kids that their dad and I will never be able to match the wonder and glory of the brand of Grandparenting my parents offer. I know I’m biased but man alive, they melt my heart with the intention they put into Grandparenting….links about that at the end of this post.)
Every “motor home trip” turns out a little different….I think only a couple of them have been with an actual motor home, but hey, they make it work!
Max, Elle and their cousin Ashton were the first group that got to go years ago (Max & Elle are the oldest grandkids, so happily Ashton came along a couple years later so they didn’t have to be the only ones in that group!:). My parents borrowed my aunt’s motorhome and headed to Yellowstone National Park in that thing, learning all kinds of things from my parents and coming home with their group dubbed the “Old Faithfuls.”
Grace’s group (with cousins Isaac and Ana) somehow ended up going to Lagoon for their trip. Ha! Not sure how that happened, but they came back named “The Goonies.” (And they LOVED that trip just as much as Max and Elle loved theirs, infiltrated with all kinds of goodness from those grandparents.)
Claire’s group ended up going to Las Vegas of all places, and I’m so happy I had her write her own little wrap-up of that trip back HERE.
Lucy’s group, the beloved “LELE’s” (Lucy, Elsie, Lyla and Emmeline), had a trip all figured out a couple years ago. My Dad gave the girls all kinds of clues as to where they were going, and they finally guessed (pretty funny story for that if I ever have a chance to share another day), it was also set to be in Las Vegas. But then Covid hit and those plans were foiled.
Those four girls kept wishing and hoping and anticipating and plans got half-way made a couple times, but finally the stars aligned and they got to meet up with those awesome grandparents of theirs this summer (before the reunion), and my parents pulled off the real-deal motorhome thing once again.
This meant that Lucy would need to leave early from our family gathering in California for the 4th of July.
All by herself.
Was she nervous about that?
Nope. In fact she was over the moon about that little fact. She couldn’t think of a better way in the whole wide world to practice her independence.
Was her mother nervous about that?
You bet your boots she was.
But she also knew that girl could make it just fine.
She has flown more than any other kid I know (all those trips guiding her mom or dad around airports getting to and from Wisconsin for all her doctor appointments), and my parents could get a pass to meet her right at the gate when she arrived.
I could also get a gate pass and got to follow her through the longest security line ever and on to the gate.
Pure excitement oozing out.
She had a guy help her put her bag in the overhead compartment, and texted as soon as she landed, and was off on a pretty grand adventure.
They made the rounds to many spots where their ancestors lived, Star Valley, Wyoming I think being the beginning, where they now have a tiny temple:
They overlooked gorgeous beauty in Jackson Hole:
They visited the graves of their grandparents and heard all kinds of stories of their lives, “turning the hearts.”
They visited where the people lives who’s blood runs through their veins.
This particular house is my Grandma Hazel’s:
They swam at Jenny Lake.
And so much more that is really their story to tell.
I hope they will always remember that trip, and being surrounded by those grandparents who fill up their lives with all kinds of goodness. Forever grateful for them and how intentional they are, and that they are such a big part of Lucy’s village.
(from my parents)
(My parents are going to start doing a course for grandparenting, which I think is pretty cool. Let your parents know if you think they would like it!)