I mentioned elsewhere that we had somewhat of a Holy Cake Week-end, instead of a day, and I wanted to share some bright things about it, not just the horrors.
The best thing about travelling, for me, is that time gets a new dimension. It never really passes at the same rate as it does when you stay put at home. The farther you travel, the weirder time gets. I don’t just mean jet lag and time zone differences. What I mean is that moving from one place to another seems to make time go more slowly. Travel for three hours and it feels like you have spent the whole day on the move. Go away for three days and it feels like you have been gone for a whole week. Whenever we come back from a week-end away, I expect mail to be piled up in front of the door, even though we have probably only missed one delivery day.
So in a weird way, travelling for a little bit makes me feel like I have lived longer. A week has gone by in my head, but only one week-end according to the calendar. Is this good or bad? Am I prematurely ageing (in my head) by travelling, or am I just cramping more living in the same amount of time? Maybe a bit of both.
Another wonderful thing about travelling is that I get to see new landscapes, with all that lives in them. We got to see bunnies running around, one squirrel (why aren’t they more common where I live, I wonder?), different kinds of ducks than we normally see at home, a maze of frogs that we had to navigate with the pram so we wouldn’t end up squishing any of them. You’d think they would have learned to hop away when one of those death machines approaches, but these had not. I really love the fact that Kid 1 gets to see all of these, because he is somewhat selective about what sort of animals he likes and I want him to get a better picture of the animal world, and hopefully accept them all as part of our environment. For now, he runs towards kitties and ducks, but hates it if a dog tries to be friendly with him. A fly, mosquito or spider in his room are reason enough for him to holler at the top of his lungs during the night. So yes, I would love for him to be more accepting of the animal world. He doesn’t try to harm any of them, and doesn’t like it if we harm one either (we don’t torture animals, but haven’t we all smacked a mosquito in our days?); but the goal is coexistence without screaming. Now that would be nice!
Our travellings usually take us near a swimming area, whether in nature, or man-made. Given the season, we could only use the latter. I for one have always loved water. I was afraid of it as a kid, especially when I could not see the bottom, but I still liked it. It gave me a sense of peace. Luckily, I had a great swimming instructor who helped me overcome most of my fears and I was able to enjoy the water even more. I am still grateful to him to this day, because I find little more calming than water. The sound of it, the smell of it, the gentle movement of it when I immerse myself in it. I even like the force of it, the change it brings to its surroundings, I just don’t go in it at those times. So luckily, we spent the better part of two days in or around the water. Kid 2 was also happy to join, as long as he had a constant flow of objects to chew on. Kid 1 is a bit weird about water; sometimes he jumps, slides and splashes like there’s no tomorrow. Other times, he just wants to sit with his feet in the water and watch the people around. He’s my kid alright…
Now being a Holy Cake Week-end, there had to be some dessert involved, right? Well, yes, a little. On the first night, Kid 1 didn’t even want to go out for dinner. On the second night, he asked if he could have some dessert, and I agreed to some ice cream, which we asked to be delivered without the candy topping it apparently needed. Even so, and remember that this was from the kid menu, the ice cream was bigger than my dessert from the adult menu. I am happy and proud to say that he only took a few bites and then declared that he had had enough. He even asked us why the waitress brought a lollipop with the bill, and also why the other children in the restaurant were all eating one. This wasn’t a “why is everyone doing this but I can’t” type of question. He literally wanted to know. He even volunteered to take his lollipop back to the waitress in question. Given this good behaviour, on the third night I once more agreed to a small dessert. This time it really was small. And again, he only took two bites and preferred to run to the play area instead.
It is behaviour like this that gives me hope that Holy Cake Day might succeed in its purpose for him. Seeing that he really is happy with just a small amount of sweet stuff, no matter what the dessert is, seeing that he doesn’t ask for it every day afterwards either, seeing that he would much rather go jump, climb, slide, or ride the play cars than sit at the dinner table to stuff his face with sugary stuff, all this gives me hope that I am right, and that he will have an easier time with the sweet tooth than I do. It gives me hope that he will grow up to be an adult who makes better choices more often than I do. And that it will be easier for him and that he will be happy with it.
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