"At this moment I’ve got a pina colada in my hand and nothing, oh nothing could interrupt this special moment I am having with this swaying hammock, the hot sun and this perfect pitch breeze… 'MOMMY!!! I have to go pee pee!' Well, except for that."
But me, I’m not thinking about that dreadful walk to the car or scraping the 2-inch thick ice off my windshield. Nope, not me, not today because for the next seven days I am in Los Cabos heaven. At this moment I’ve got a pina colada in my hand and nothing, oh nothing could interrupt this special moment I am having with this swaying hammock, the hot sun and this perfect pitch breeze… “MOMMY!!! I have to go pee pee!” Well, except for that.
Now, my partner in crime was all for this trip with our two and three-year-old children. “Like come on,” he’d say, “who wouldn’t want to spend a week in Mexico, away from the cold, from work, from having to cook or clean?” Being the worrier I am, I was more on the half-glass empty kind of side but, getting out of the cold and having a change of scenery won the bid and there we were.
We had never traveled with both our kids before and them being so young we had a lot to think about – packing, flying, eating, diaper changing, strollering, swimming (why are those swimming diapers so damn expensive?!), etc, etc. As any parent can attest to, your mind never shuts off. You are always thinking, planning, remembering, forgetting, adjusting; now throw travel into the equation and your mind might just spontaneously combust. But the idea was to go for a week and have the luxuries my partner was dreaming about and hopefully (with fingers tightly crossed of course), the rest would just be a side note.
Yes, the diapers still needed changing, the public and private tantrums still needed nixing, the tension between my lovely partner and I still happened because the “sleeping like a baby” was still happening and even more so than at home because, it wasn’t home.
Aside from the craziness of life that inevitably followed us down to beautiful Cabo (and I truly wouldn’t change that craziness for a thing), the trip was incredibly memorable for me on more than just a surface level.
The first day we walked down to the ocean I was in awe. I’ve seen the ocean a few times before and I’ve even sailed on the wide-open sea in my early twenties but looking back I can say that the “awe” factor just wasn’t there. This experience was different, so very different.
I would take time to myself every day on our trip whether it was to catch the sunrise, the sunset or just in the middle of the day when I was afforded some alone time, and I would sit, and listen, and watch. It was then, sitting by the ocean in complete and utter peace that I realized that there is something so much bigger than myself, than ourselves, and it doesn’t come in the physical form, it’s deeper than that, you can only feel it.
I feel incredibly blessed to say that our trip gifted me with a new perspective on life. And the gift was the realization that life is, that I am, now. It isn’t yesterday, it isn’t tomorrow, it doesn’t come with material things, it is just simply now and we are meant to be here, in our moments just as they are actually happening, now.
After my alone time with the majestic, all-knowing ocean, I would return to my family where something was always happening, and I’d give them the biggest hugs and kisses and appreciate their presence and happenings, more than I ever had.
Hiede Admiraal lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada with her fiancé and their two children. She loves a good read, being outside, laughing until it hurts, and date nights. She can be reached by emailing email@example.com