MY NEW YORK ADVENTURE A-Z BLOGGING CHALLENGE
Only one of my “kids” came to New York with husband and I last summer. The elder of my boys accompanied his grandfather to Ohio for a couple of weeks before meeting up with us for a family week in Vancouver, which was our third and final week away.
As parents we both agree that it’s very important that our children experience as many things that are offered to them as possible.
My eldest son was eight when he first went away with his grandfather to Ireland for five weeks. Then two years later he went to the USA with grandfather for four weeks. It was an awful time for me as I missed him so much, but that certainly wasn’t grounds to not let him go.
Some people don’t understand why I would let my youngish children spent such long periods away from home to go on holidays. I think a bit of it was implying that I was a bad parent for doing it, as I know of some parents who don’t even like their children going away with school for a weekend.
Of I only feel rest when my two boys are in their beds at home, but I love my children and I want them to experience everything they can, even if it means that I miss them dearly for periods of time.
They of course won’t appreciate all of the trips that they have been on already until they are older.
In New York I made sure that my youngest son did lots of different things, so that when he looks back in years to come, hopefully he will be glad he did them.
Things like dancing on the ‘Big’ piano in FAO Schwarz, cycling and horse drawn carriage transportation around Central Park, seeing the stone lions outside the New York Public Library (once we got home and watched Ghostbusters he understood why I made a big deal out of that), watching a baseball game, singing in Times Square, seeing the T-Rex in the Natural History Museum and then watching Night at the Museum when we got home and visiting the 9/11 Memorial Site at the World Trade Center.
Both my boys have been on many holidays and experienced a variety of cultures in their young lives. We’re not rich parents, we don’t have a fancy house, we have no savings but we both agree that holidays are more important than having a pristine house, fancy cars or a conservatory like some people.
We’ve got plenty of time when the kids are older to spend a fortune on the house. As far as I’m concerned they are only young once and I would rather them have a culturally rich life and look back with fondness on the adventures that their mum and dad took them on, rather than how expensive the wallpaper in the lounge was, or the wooden floor being changed every couple of years.
Travelling was something that came late in life to me. I say late, I was thirty-three when I went on my British Airways fear flight.
Followers of my blog will know that I had a crippling phobia of flying for many years.
The best thing I ever did was investing money into a fear of flying course and a course of hypnotherapy sessions.
Life is certainly enhanced by travelling. The best times of my life are when I am learning about a new country, language or different customs.
With a trip to Egypt coming up later in the year, I hope to visit Sri Lanka, Thailand and maybe Australia one day.
I hope my kids continue to explore this beautiful earth that we live in when they are all grown up with families of their own.