Unfortunately, we missed our annual tradition last year, and my daughter didn’t hesitate to let me know she wasn’t happy about it. We were in the midst of renovating our new home, and then my dad had a fall, which led me to temporarily move in with him until he was well enough to manage on his own. With everything going on, it was challenging to carve out time for our annual trip to Lost Maples.
During the fall, we usually take a trip to the Hill Country to hike, escaping the city and welcoming the new season. Although we're a bit late compared to our usual schedule, we still managed to make it happen. I didn’t realize how important this yearly trip was to my daughter until she asked why we missed it last year and if we would go this year. That question took me by surprise.
I often feel like I’m the one encouraging her to step out and create lasting memories with me—memories of a tradition I cherished with my dad. The fresh air, the sight of trees all around, the sounds of birds, and the gentle flow of the creek bring a sense of peace that rejuvenates me.
Before heading to the state park, we always stop at the Old Spanish Trail restaurant for a hearty country breakfast. Once we arrive at the park, we hike uphill for 5 miles, taking in the scenic views of the Hill Country before making our way back to the car.
At that moment, I wondered if this would be our last hike together before she heads off to college this fall. Would this cherished tradition continue after that? Then I realized that as people change and grow, traditions can also adapt to allow for new experiences. If I can embrace flexibility for her, there will always be room for our shared moments, no matter how they evolve.
March ‘25