Jay hears good-natured teasing from me about being from “The Middle of Nowhere, IL”. I describe it as “
Footloose-land” to my fellow Gen X-ers, because I know they’ll get the idea. It’s a quiet, very small rural community in southern Illinois. Jay’s father does not lock the doors to the house and sleeps with the windows open. As a city girl, I will simply never be able to fathom these practices, but I find them refreshing.
We took a trip to see Jay’s dad in The Middle of Nowhere. It was JohnJohn’s second trip to his grandfather’s house. It’s a long drive, but we managed it well, and arrived in the middle of the afternoon.
Our first order of business was letting John run around after so many hours in the car. We set up his t-ball tee and let him have a batting practice. He had a great time showing off his hitting skills for Grandpa. We all had a fun afternoon.
There are no landmarks or historic sites. There are no restaurants or shopping centers. There is no day spa. So why did I have a nicer time there than I ever have before? I saw the trip through my son’s eyes. John saw a big backyard with plenty of room for t-ball, and a chance to see frogs by the pond. John got to see tractors and “big trucks” drive by the house.
As a result, I saw a chance for my son to run around in a safer environment than I could give him at home. I quit laughing at not locking doors and decided that I wish I had known that level of security growing up. I slowed down and did not check my email as frequently as I had before. IT WAS NICE!
We moved on after a few days to the Chicago area, but The Middle of Nowhere was a great stop!
PS-
Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there!