Thursday, May 31, 2012

How it all started - the first talk on travelling overseas

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Many have asked me, how did the idea of travelling all start?

Well, one winter’s night in 2011, after my 12-hour working day, I collected my son, and walked in the front door in "zombie mode".  

It was cold and dark and after 7 pm.

So, like a robot, I started the nightly ritual: to bung on the heating; and the dinner; and the washing; turn on the computer (to read 3 complaints from my part-time on-line business); put my son in the bath; feed the bird, bring bird in and covered him; feed the puppy and discover she has destroyed the wire screen door – must fix that – so text handyman; water the indoor plants; pour a drink; feed myself and son; hang out the washing; do the dishes; help with son's homework; attempt assistance with son's almost non existent reading ability; and thought “Welcome to the rat-race of being a single Mum”.

At 9.30 pm I finally get him to bed, and his tears start.
Boy does he start!  
Emotional gut-wrenching sobs.
Heart breaking cries of devastation of how he sees his life as a 6 year old.

I have bought him a new train, and he wants me to set up the track – “I never play with him, and he only wants a new toy, because I might like it, and I might spend some time with him”! he says.
So I held him; soothed him; loved him - and explained, “Mummy had to work to pay for the house”, (with little if any financial support from your Daddy – I think to myself).
“Well says son “I don’t want a house, I want a Mummy. I don’t have a brother or a sister, I have no-one, and I missed you all day, and I hate this life”.

Ping – the lights go on in this curly head of mine!!

I can work for the next 10 or 20 years, and leave him a house - and have no quality time with him, and continue this struggle; or I can quit this rat race, and spend some quality life changing time with my son.  

There is more to life than a house, and you can’t buy your son with a new toy!

So we have a really good 'Mum and son talk'.
“What do you want to do then?” I ask my six year old.
“Well, really I would like to travel – we are good at that Mum, and we can go and help the poor, and give stuff out (like we did in Fiji).
But we could do that everywhere in the whole wide world, and we would be together, and have fun.”

And so we chat – til 11 pm.
We have a great discussion - about all the places we could go; the things we could see, and how we could help other people, and it felt soooo good!

I am about to turn 50, I am getting old, and so it is best to do it now while I have the energy.
And I think to myself, that he wants to spend time with me now, and he probably won’t when he is 16 or 26 (when this house is paid off), and I will be sitting at the bottom of the mountain, waving him off from my wheelchair!!

And so my friends, this is how it all began.  

The planning so far has taken 1 year.  
We are both super excited.
This one conversation has changed my life; the way I see living, the way I see the real meaning of life.

Life to me is more than possessions.
Life is more than paying off your house; and buying your child the latest toy.
Life is about quality time with the ones you love.
Life is about loving, and caring.

I hope you enjoy following my blog as I turn this dream into reality.  
This is just the beginning!!

Oh - and we did finally get to make that track !
(And then we sold off nearly all his toys - his choice too and he gets to spend the money on the trip :)