|Me on the Marina|
For the eighth year running, our family is vacationing with four other families at the FVC located at the University of California, Santa Barbara (sorry, bit of a mouthful). We stay in student dorms and eat at the cafeteria (always fresh and varied - far cry from my cauliflower-on-flabby-white-toast student days)
And the best part? Students counsellors take the kids on all sorts of adventures, leaving adults free to go surfing, paddle boarding, wine tasting, golfing, tennis-ing, hoola-hooping (latest fitness craze here) and all sorts of other nonsense involving sticky cocktails. (Don't worry, I promise to over-share my 2000 fascinating photos on Monday...) Previous posts here, here, here, here and here.
To me there is no deeper joy than seeing the kids enjoy themselves...from a distance. Which explains why every door has a sign on it: "To your best vacation since becoming parents!" The kids are out on their bikes at sparrow's dawn and we catch only glimpses of them till dusk.
|Uh-oh, is that one of my kids?|
|Looks like the youngest one...|
|Whew...he didn't see me...|
How many parents don't realise that children need time away from them too? Away from the constant pressure of having someone invade your thoughts, away from that big person who watches you tie-dye thinking: "Now, how can that skill get them into a top college?"And you're only five years old!
Occasionally this week Kevin and I will feel guilty about not spending more time with the kids and hover round Cy's table at the cafeteria.
"It's okay" Cy, 8, will say kindly to us, patting our hand "You can go now."