We are on holiday in Sri Lanka. It is a welcome break from the arid heat of Abu Dhabi. We are surrounded by nature; paddy fields, lime-green parrots, palm trees, bright flowers and….our children.
“Is it possible,” Rupes asked over breakfast as Bea and Leo argued over who could have the butter first “to go on a family holiday without your family?”
It is a strange thing for working parents to spend 24 hours a day with their children, and not always the most pleasant of experiences. The children seem to create arguments over just about anything, from who should try to track a frog they have discovered to who should have the first boiled egg or sit next to daddy or go on the PlayBook. Every outing has its own challenges, such as who should sit with whom in the TukTuk, and once we get here we’re going who should walk in front or who is talking at any particular time. There is not really any downtime. It is not like an office where you can put your headphones and ‘do not disturb’ face on. On a family holiday you are disturbed as and when suits the family.
Of course there are lots of upsides. There are moments when they’re not arguing (rare and blissful) or when they say or do something funny, such as Bea this morning being asked if she wanted to come for a walk replying; “Oh no thanks, I’ve already conquered two empires, I might conquer another one tomorrow.”
And a family holiday is just that. A holiday with your family. Although some might argue it is less of a “holiday” than other times of the year.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2011