Am I setting myself up for heartbreak? My little boy is coming up to his first birthday and already he’s seen a lot of the world. Sure, there’s still so much more to see and he won’t remember the places he ventured to when he was so young, but I think it’s fair to say he’s a mini-explorer.
We have photos and videos of him on top of mountains, on glaciers, on beaches, on planes, on boats and well, too many places to list. I hope one day he’ll look back at some of them and smile to himself, knowing just how much we love him and how much fun the three of us had on our adventures around the world.
The end of the year is sneaking into the horizon, but we still have a few more trips to enjoy and then the New Year will bring new adventures. Some planned, booked and waiting patiently and others are just dreams waiting to be made into a reality. And then this happy cycle will happen again because us Taylors love to travel.
What will become of my mini-explorer?
The result of bringing a little one up in a travel-loving family is going to go one of two ways, isn’t it? He’s either going to rebel against us and not be the slightest bit interested in it, or he’s going to have itchy feet and burned out passport like his parents.
Either way I think I’m going to find it tough. If he hates travel, I’ll be sad that he doesn’t share our passion. Not necessarily because he we won’t have that in common, but because I feel like he’ll miss out on all the perks of travel (meeting new people, experiencing new cultures, trying new things) and all the resulting ways it broadens your mind.
I know that he’ll have his own hobbies and passions, but if travel doesn’t feature somewhere in those plans I’ll be surprised.
And so I guess I’m most convinced that the heartbreak will be down to him absolutely loving travel. Passport in hand, bag on his back and an excited smile on his face, gallivanting around the world making memories, friends and a life for himself. The thought of him telling me that he’s off to live in another country fills me with such excitement, but part of me is dreading that day.
How do you prepare for that?! I love witnessing my little boy’s achievements and being part of his every day. Obviously as he gets older it’ll change and we’ll have our own space. He’ll be telling me about his day at school and what he got up to. He’ll start to ask for my advice or how to do something and then I guess it’ll slowly change to him simply giving things a go and making his own choices. Then he’ll be at work and he’ll put all that he has learned into practice, discovering much more as he goes along.
It blows my mind that a year has nearly passed already, so I just know that my time with my mini-explorer is going to go so, so quickly. I’m a go-getter and ‘do-er’ anyway, so I like to think that we live life to the full and that we’re squeezing every little drop out of each year with our amazing baba, but will it ever be enough? Will I ever be a rounded enough person to be content that we had the best time growing up together and to happily wave goodbye to that chapter, watching as he enters the following one on his own?
The Good and the Bad
I’ve been held at gunpoint by fake policemen in South America, barricaded in a taxi by protesters and stranded in Brazil. I’ve been broken-hearted across the other side of the world and I’ve lost count of the times I’ve fallen ill in another country where I don’t speak the language. These are just a few of the hairy moments I’ve experienced on my travels and although I’ve survived to tell the stories, the protective mama in me can’t bear the thought of my little baby feeling that way and coming into danger like that.
I’d never stop him from living and whether he’s near or far, it’s all part of life. There’s no fool-proof plan or safety barrier. It’s a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows, and I think that the highs far outweigh the lows. For every tough moment he’ll have, I’m sure he’ll have double, triple, if not more, happy, exciting, pinch-me-is-this-really-my-life kinda times.
Our family adventures are going to continue and I will love my baby no matter what he chooses. Will it ever be easy to wave goodbye to the person you love most? I seriously doubt it. I guess as he goes on his own adventures, I’ll just be going on one of my own. It’ll be a challenge, I’m sure, but isn’t that how all the best trips begin?
Now pass me the tissues…