I’m going on holiday!
But when I go away for only one week in 52, I know that everything I worry about will recede. When I’m on holiday, I will have no worries, for that one week I will (I’m determined!) to be carefree. I will have no washing to do, no washing up, no ironing, no telling my son to tidy up, do this, do that, no mail, no hoovering, no making beds. I will still have my son’s eating and behaviour issues, and I still may have an attack of illness meaning I have to stay in bed, things I know I have to deal with no matter where I am, but being relaxed and happy means I can deal with them better.
My son will see me laughing, smiling. I’ll only occasionally have to say “hold on as mum is busy”. He’ll see me socialising, rather than staying at home all the time. For married couples, it’s a chance to unwind, rediscover their relationship, to laugh, to joke and spend together and the children are getting attention for a full week. The children see and experience mum and dad differently. I wonder if half the excitement they feel is because mum and dad are different. How can these things be not important?
Add to that, my son will meet people of a different culture, though it maybe too unsafe to go out and explore. He’ll be asking questions about all the new sights, sounds and smells. When we can’t tell him the answer, we google! My son learns 24/7, you see – he even asks questions in his sleep!
Parents always teach their children, but I feel that parents are forgotten about even looked down upon these days. For some reason the Education Authority seems to think children only learn 190 days of the year. They do not. But if the Government is going to constantly come down to the lowest common dominator and tar everyone with the same brush, please expect us parents to push back.
I would say the effect of a 1 week holiday will include the 4 weeks of excitement before we go and no doubt weeks afterwards. Even the stress of being ready has excitement wrapped in there. When you arrive, and you have not lost any luggage, I imagine every woman (maybe some men!) stands there and exhales, every worry forgotten about – the name of the game is being carefree until you touch back down on the runway in the UK.
Oh did I say… I’m terrified of flying and I have to take sedatives…. but I don’t care! I’m going on holiday!
Written by Natalie Bamford