Bear and I just returned from a mini vacation to Yosemite. There is a palpable connection when we travel together. We are both adventurers and he shares my love for hitting the road. We had so much fun together, just him and I. What more could I ask for? THESE are the moments I live for.
We were soaked by spectacular waterfalls and encountered a large cinnamon bear on the trail to Mirror Lake. Fortunately, he wasn’t interested in us.
A fellow hiker was nice enough to give us two hiking sticks on his way out of Curry Village (he couldn’t take them on the plane). This was a hit with Bear. A boy and a stick. The stick was bigger than him, yet he lugged that thing everywhere.
There are times, when we travel as a duo, that it gets tough. For instance, he was asleep in the cabin and I ran to the parking lot to put a bag in the car. I mean I RAN. The thought of leaving him alone in the room for even one minute freaked me out, but I sorta had to.
Although I’m cautious, we can’t be completely free of people knowing that I am travelling alone with my kid. In the dining room two women struck up a conversation with us about our trip. It was fun talking about it all, but I also was a bit leery of others knowing that I was going back to the room alone with . Nonetheless, I don’t want to live in fear, and this is our life.
Luckily, there is always a nice stranger offering to snap our photo together when I want one.
I wouldn’t trade the travel experience of the one on one with my kid – ever.
On a heavier note -Wranglers and I keep going back and forth but I now understand that he can’t be the third wheel. Besides, he told me so. We had the “talk”. He won’t commit to me and I can’t give my son over to him to discipline without a commitment. It’s a destructive cycle that our relationship can’t weather. So, it’s over. I mourn the death of dreams I had and of lofty dreams I had for us as a family.
But life goes on. And we will all be fine. I hope.
Travel helps me keep my mind off of the past, and gives life to new ideas and a belief that there IS more out there, besides the life I have all worked out in my head.
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Here’s the deal-When dating as a single mom, the absolutely positively toughest thing, (besides getting your kid to like the man you’re dating) is allowing him to have some say in discipline. This comes down the road of course, but it never seems to get any easier – but after some intense counseling, I realize that this is a necessity. I need to let go of all the control if I want to have a man in my life, dagnabbit.
