Excuse the absence from my blog, but a family holiday in lovely Far North Queensland was in order. Now as some of you will know, it was with great reluctance that one of our men-children attended the holiday with us. He would have much preferred to have stayed home alone (never!) and gone out every night of the holidays with his mates, completely running himself into the ground, and doing all the wrong things before returning to studies. I was almost expecting that he would be conveniently absent on the day we left for the airport, thereby missing the flight and the holiday, but thankfully not.
We were motivated to have a family holiday for a few reasons – one to escape the cold Melbourne winter. The other to enjoy a family holiday with just our kids and us whilst we still can (at 17 I think the appeal will diminish in coming years), and to ensure that the boys had a decent break and rest.
So was it successful? I am delighted to say it was. And how do I measure the success? As we left Port Douglas and drove towards the airport, I asked a few simple questions:
- So did you like Port Douglas? A resounding yes by all 3 kids.
- Would you come back to Port Douglas? Another yes by all 3 kids.
- Would you come back to the house, or rather stay closer to the main street? Loved the house, and the location.
Yay, music to our ears. A couple of things worked in our favour. Staying in a great Bali style house, with our own pool and plenty of room for the boys (love the QLD lifestyle). Walking distance to the beach, bike paths nearby for a quick ride into town, some school mates staying close by whom they spent countless hours playing 500 with, and a night life (significantly safer than Bali) where they met even more Melbourne friends for regular nights out.
There were a few other indicators of success for me (call them soft measures) – the boys rarely fought with each other (an all too common occurrence at home), or their sister for that matter. In fact, they got along quite well, talking to each other (instead of taunting each other), a habit which happily seems to have been maintained at home. Whilst they remain very different in their interests and friendship groups, it seems they have found some common ground finally.
We had some nice dinners out as a family and did some sight-seeing together – all just pleasant things to do. We even captured some happy snaps. For Mother of a Man-child these simple things give me so much joy, perhaps because I know it won’t last forever. That said, I was pleased to catch up with friends from Melbourne who had all four kids with them on holidays – the oldest 21. So perhaps there’s still a few years of fun remaining?
So here’s to the next family holiday with the kids over summer, and many more to follow.