Do you remember growing up as a kid and marveling at what your parents did for a living? I grew up in a working class family with my mom as a Post Office Clerk, grueling out long hours on her feet (especially during holidays), and my dad a delivery truck driver and eventually a small business owner. I remember once as a young child (around 8 years old), we had permission to go to work with a parent instead of go to school! I went with my mother because my father left for work in the early hours of the morning, around 3 am which was much to early for a young child.
The nights before I got to be “mommy’s helper”, my mom took an old work shirt and sewed it to fit my tiny body. The night before my first day on the job, I remember being so excited to see what it was like to be my mom — my hardworking wonder woman. As a Post Office Clerk, my mom joyfully greeted each customer, handled their packages with care, and ensured the package would promptly start its journey to its destination. She greeted regular business people shipping products to customers, families shipping gifts, individuals moving — every person had their own story and journey, and my mom took great pride in being able to assist them with the voyage.
Fifteen years later, my mom is retired and my dad works as a cross country truck driver (I guess I get my travel bug from him). When I moved up to the Twin Cities, the best perk was getting to be close to my dad. As I have gotten older, he has become a best friend and even more of a mentor to me. So when my dad asked if I wanted to take a work trip with him in the truck I said yes before he finished the sentence. Honestly, I had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Me, Dad, his truck, and the road – the long road from Minnesota to California.
Last night I packed my things for a 10 day trip that will be spent in an 8’x8′ cab for two people . Winter clothes, pajamas, some food, toiletries…honestly it was like packing for a bike tour with bonuses — I have a refrigerator, plus a small closet, which means more than 3 outfits, and I could even bring hair products, which means more than just a bar of soap!
This morning I walked out of my room with a sack of clothes, a sack of food, a pillow, and my yoga mat. Wearing my boots, jeans, plaid shirt, and baseball cap, I asked my dad, “Do I look like a trucker?” Proudly smiling, he said, “Yes”. We drank our coffee before getting on the road toward the truck yard.
The rest of the day will be spent picking up items to fill the trailer, and then these two truckers are on the road for my first “18 Wheel Ride”!
I wish everyone a safe and celebratory evening tonight, and I want to thank you for following me throughout my journey this year — through this blog you have given me strength and courage along the way
Love & Joy.