“Baby be the class clown, I’ll be the beauty queen. It’s a new art form showing people how little we care yeah. We’re so happy, even when we are smiling out of fear. Let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah”- Tennis court Lorde
Life is full of changes… Currently, I am having to come to terms with the ever-changing relationship that I share with my daughter. As she gains independence and slips farther away I have moments of panic where I want to pull to back to me. But then I breathe and remember what it was like to be 15. I had a non-existent relationship with my mother. My friends and boyfriend were everything. So its about right. Sometimes it’s just so hard being on this end of it. Truly what goes around comes around.
But, then I think back to some of the incredible memories we’ve made together and somehow I feel better. Grateful to have experienced them at all.
As a single mom, we carry the burden of so many roles. Sometimes the fun factor gets lost and life seems to be all about work, school, activities, and obligations.
When my daughter turned 8 or so I was able to set aside a vacation fund for us. The first stop on the vacation train, Disneyland. So I bought year passes and at least one weekend a month we would spend the day with Mickey and friends. Sometimes we would drive down Saturday night and spend the night in one of the local hotels. We would eat takeout in bed and go to sleep early so that we were standing at the gates when the park opened Sunday morning.
After a year of Disney, we decided to take a multiple day vacation and spent four days in San Diego. Sea World, the Zoo, the Wild Animal park….. a three hour drive each way wasn’t exactly my idea of a relaxing vacation. But it was age appropriate (for her), and we always had fun together.
The next year was it for me. Finally, she outgrew the amusement park vacation phase and was open to becoming a beach bum. Now we are talking… There is no place I love more than the beach and with my favorite girl…. now that’s a vacation. Except it kinda wasn’t. While I was perfectly happy laying in the sun and taking long walks, my now 12-year-old wasn’t really feeling it.
There had to be a happy medium.. a place that was entertaining enough for her but relaxing and beachy enough for me. After a long search, I found an all-inclusive beach resort in San Diego that seemed to have it all. Four pools, Five restaurants, our room opening up to a private beach, and lots of things to do at the resort. It was expensive but worth it to me… they had room service 24 hours a day AND a Starbucks!
We arrive and its everything and more. We checked out every pool and restaurant on our 4 day stay. We visited the gym (for about 2 minutes), we walked, we talked, we laughed, and then we rode.
So the backstory to this is that I AM A SPIN INSTRUCTOR….So when My daughter wanted to rent a two-man bike I thought perfect… this will be amazing.
Amazing is not quite the word I would use to describe the experience.
After making reservations for an hour on the bike, my mini-me and I jump on one of the large bikes (meant for four and the size of a golf cart) and prepare to take off…..
Only we don’t take off we COULDNT EVEN GET THE THING MOVING! I pipe up with “excuse me I’m a spin instructor what the hell”!! The guy who worked at the rental place must’ve felt bad because he called over three of his buddies to give us a push start (no that wasn’t embarrassing at all). But we were off, once we caught our groove we were cruising around like we’d been riding the bike/golf cart for years.
That is until the first hill, the grounds of the resort were full of hills and bridges, gorgeous really until you have to climb one. Our first four attempts resulted in us getting a quarter of the way up the hill only to go back all the way down. There was an outdoor wedding going on near us so our failed attempts were witnessed by many strangers. Good thing a good sense of humor runs strong in my family. The spin instructor in me came to life and I timed our hill climbing perfectly with both of us standing up and making over the hill…..
Anxious to get away from the wedding guests we headed towards the tennis courts, It was then that my darling child asked if she could drive. The answer to that question should always be NO, but I of course caved, and let her take the wheel.
All I can say is that by the time we turned the bike in, we had gone into the private backyards of at least four guests. Ran into numerous bushes one of which I got stuck in and had to climb out of the bike to get free. My entire left side was full of cuts, scrapes, and I was bleeding from a bad crash with the tennis court.
But we laughed. We laughed so hard we couldn’t move. We laughed while I was saying RIGHT! RIGHT! NO OTHER RIGHT!!! , and we laughed when we almost crashed into another couple, Who were NOT laughing, by the way.
God, it was such a fun trip, somedays I want to book a room at that same resort and force my daughter to spend a weekend with me. But then I come back to reality and realize that that season is over for us. Just like the amusement park vacations were a thing of the past, any alone time with my teenager would just be met with a bad attitude and a fight for attention away from her phone.
But I still have those memories, and we still talk about our vacations and laugh so I can’t complain…. But I do look forward to the time when things come full circle and we can vacation together again… and laugh.
Dedicated to my favortie daughter, I am so happy that you have learned your right from left… I love you more……