My husband left for the airport a few hours ago. He’s headed out to Nepal and then onto the Himalayas where he will spend nearly a month trekking the Annapurna Circuit.
It’s been a lifelong dream of his and one I’ve known about since we met some 15 years ago. I always knew the day would come, but as with all uncomfortable feelings, I buried my head in the sand and then, when we had our children, I thought perhaps the moment had passed. Turns out it hadn’t.
Having kids doesn’t make your dreams disappear, in fact they are more important then than ever before. How can we inspire the next generation of humans if we don’t take a leap into the unknown ourselves? I respect Ol hugely for taking on this trip. And I respect myself for supporting him in it. There isn’t a bone in my body that begrudges him, I want nothing more than for him to be happy and for us to be able to support each other in our bigger aspirations. The ones that often take a backseat when you’re driving on auto, parenting side by side.
Marriage/partnership is often hard work. My relationship isn’t like the one in the movies. It’s messy and chaotic and there are days that go by when we will forget to stop and hold each other and tell each other just how special we are. But despite all that, I really, truly, love my husband and all his annoying foibles just come with him as part of the package.
My nana used to say to me, “Life is for living!”. And she was so right. If we don’t make the most of this time now, we may well look back with regret. I too have my dreams. They are not as lonely as my husbands. I would love to travel with the children, to show them the world and to explore new places. I am certain one day we will do this with them. Adventure is there for the taking if you’re open to it and prepared to make sacrifices along the way.
So here’s to a month solo parenting. To every morning waking when the children do, to every poo being changed by these fair hands, to every bath time being bubbled by yours truly and every meal being prepared then cleaned away by me. Perhaps more pertinent to me, to every evening in this house on my own, with no conversation or arms to snuggle into at night. I am under no illusion that the weeks ahead will be rocky at times, but then life is full of unexpected potholes. And how we navigate those is a testament to ourselves and a lesson to our children. Wish me luck, I’ve stocked up the wine shelf and I am sure there will be days when we’ll snuggle in front of a movie and get a pizza. I’m also sure we’ll find our own adventures the next month, inspired by the man we love so much, who is living out his.