I had a great conversation with my son Zach the other night. While I’m still adjusting to the fact that I have to do that over the phone now, he remains one of my favorite people with whom to talk and philosophize. The University of Cincinnati is lucky to have him.
He and I spent a week in Arizona last spring as part of his college search. Scottsdale, Sedona, Flagstaff, Page and the Grand Canyon… I like to call that trip “the little college visit that grew”.
There was a lot of strenuous hiking in changeable weather. Kind of a perfect life transition trip, actually. The opportunities for connection may change as our children morph into teens and then young adults, but they remain to be found and relished on all available terms.
Towards the end of our conversation, we remembered some of our hikes and discussed when I might be able to visit him on campus. I joked that we should start thinking about grad school visits, hoping that Arizona won’t prove to be our last adventure together. He laughed with me and mentioned a couple of countries that are on my travel list. I didn’t say “no”.
I think he knows that, while the destination and purpose provide context, whether on a trail or through academia, the journey itself truly is the joy.