“When a defining moment comes along, you define the moment, or the moment defines you.” Kevin Costner(yes, a hunk said something clever and I found it, beat that!)
Saturday evening was one of those moments for me…We were having our usual chicken and corn and rice in Nando’s after a long and frustrating day when Alex turns to me and says: “I have a crazy idea..what if we went to see Ireland for a week? Two conditions: there will be only positive talk for a week. And we leave tomorrow!”
Okay, I’m not the person to say no to traveling with the two people I love most in the world.I just need time to adjust and warm up to the idea…to prepare…mentally…physically…Think, organise, pack, think some more, add some more stuff in. Talk toddler through it. Talk myself through it.Warn hubby of possible(no, imminent!) meltdowns on from both toddler and myself.
So, I said no. I brought all the arguments I could think of. At the end of the day, you can’t just take up and go like that, especially when you have a toddler in tow…
Or can you?
Inspired by a talk I had heard earlier on Saturday at this women’s conference, I decided life is not only about routines and feeling safe. Life is what you make of what is put in your path. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by.
It took us five hours and a meltdown to get ready. We both looked harassed yet strangely euphoric when the last bag went in. Are we crazy? Are we going to regret it? Probably while we’re doing it and we’re too tired to see what we’re creating. But this will be one of those weeks that we will talk about when we will be too old and frail to travel. One of Emma’s first memories maybe…