Recently we had school holidays – always a time to look forward to, a time to sleep in, a time to relax, a time to throw routine out the window and of course a time for tears, be it mine or the children’s.
These last holidays we had a long drive of 1200 kilometers over a two day period and then the same again for the return trip. We set the children up ready for the journey with iPads and other gadgets and even books! My husband was doing all the driving and I was rotating around the cabin of the car trying to allow every child a turn at ‘the bigger space’. To our credit we survived most of the many hours of the long journeys, until we were about 150 kilometers from home and the tears and the whinging and the moaning started. I put my head in my pillow and tried to picture myself anywhere but in the back seat of that car. I put my earphones in and turned them up as much as I could bear, but no matter what I tried I couldn’t escape the crying and the tears; for it was me doing the crying and they were my tears. I just wanted to get out and scream!!! My resilience had well and truly run out.
The day after our arrival home one of my sons sliced his finger open – probably required stitches but as I am self-nominated Mother of the Year this didn’t happen. More tears did happen, and I can’t blame him, it looked awful.
Next day – My son and daughter arguing over where Monopoly should be stored, more tears, but hospital visit not required.
Same day – My husband leaves for work, not sure of his return date yet, more tears, resilience required.
The following day – My daughter falls over – this is a regular occurrence as she is a bit of a dare devil, more tears, Band-Aid required.
Later that day – My daughter hits her nose with her water glass – more tears, kisses required.
Another day (they are all just morphing into each other at this point) –My daughter comes off her scooter – as I said, regular occurrence – more tears, tissues required.
Yet another day – My son and daughter argue over I’m not completely sure what but yes, more tears, discussion required.
The last day of the holidays – I’m watching a typical ‘chick flick’ – more tears, boxes of tissues required.
Whilst our holidays are full of fun and memorable times they are still moments in time and may require a trip to emergency, tissues, Band Aids, kisses and of course some important conversations. If your children are still on school holidays we hope they have a wonderful break and that you help them to create some special memories.