Kate at One More Thing is doing a weekly carnival of sorts, choosing a topic for other bloggers to write about. This week’s topic is “Vacation”.
Our vacation this year was spent in North Carolina, where Husband spent nearly the entire time building a greenhouse for his parents.
He didn’t think it would take the entire week, but with some rain delays and just the added time anything takes when you do something you’ve never done before, just about our entire vacation was gone.
Husband felt bad that we didn’t really get to do anything fun, that I was stuck in the house. Their home is thirty minutes from the nearest civilization, and even that isn’t a hotbed of activity. Most of my time was spent playing with son, playing on my computer, or doing housework for my mother-in-law.
There really is no reason for him to feel bad, I told Husband. My entire life is a vacation. I don’t have to go to work. I get to have fun every day – taking Son to the playground, to the water park, to the library. I can stay home in my PJs and spend the day swimming, playing Go Fish and cuddling a very cute 5 year-old as we take an afternoon nap.
I get to do what I want, when I want, all day long. And I get to do it with the most spectacular little blessing G-d has ever given me. I feel so lucky that I get to do this. It’s almost as if it’s some big secret that I should be protecting. That if someone figured out how great my gig was it would come to an immediate end.
I always knew it had to end – just like all vacations. The brochure specifically stated that the all-day togetherness trip lasts only five years (unless you take the optional homeschooling rider, which I declined for the health and well-being of all involved) before a rider than changes everything kicks into gear.
And that change is now only five days away.
Because on that 5th day Son starts kindergarten. And the best vacation I’ve ever taken in my life goes on hiatus for six hours a day. And I move from being the center of his world to just left of center as he takes his place in a new sub-world, without me.
Sure, I’ll still spend lots of time with him. And sure, it’s all part of growing up. But I will forever miss this precious time we’ve had together, just the two of us.
And I’ll be forever grateful to G-d and to Husband for sending me on this five-year vacation. I can’t wait to see what fun Son and I can cram into six less hours a day, as we inch towards age 15 when I will be so far from the center of his world that he’ll likely want me to walk two paces behind him in public.