My husband, children, and I spent a week in Ohio in July. He returned home to Mexico, while the kids and I stayed an additional week. While I hadn’t doubted I was capable, I didn’t know the amazing things that would happen. Here’s what I learned flying solo (and actually flying solo) with kids for a week.
Imagine my excitement my husband called me and said, “I booked flights to the USA. We leave in one week.” I was so excited that I almost cried. We weren’t sure if we’d be visiting Ohio this summer or not and we kept putting off planning the trip. Not only did I want to have a lot of family time, I also wanted to do all of the things, including visit the new Franklin Park Conservatory Children’s Garden, located in Columbus, Ohio.
Of course, I couldn’t fit in all of the things I wanted to do (or see all of the people I wanted to see), but I did get meet my friend Julie and her children at the Franklin Park Conservatory. It was a beautiful and sunny day, just perfect for visiting a children’s garden. Was it everything I hoped it would be?
I considered having my wedding at the Franklin Park Conservatory and Botanical Gardens Palm House on some Friday afternoon in April. It would’ve been beautiful. However, my husband and I ended up eloping on April Fool’s Day. Instead of wedding pictures, I have many photos of our kids playing at the Franklin Park Conservatory. I still love visiting there and now I bring the kids.
I’m happy with that decision. The kids and I definitely need “Blooms and Butterflies” after seeing nothing but snow for a couple months. My husband is great, too. You can even tell him I said so.
A million years ago, I went to Las Vegas with my parents. I was 19 (for those into the math, that makes me 1,000,019 years old). First and foremost, I must tell you that I bought my “Vegas” shoes there and I still love every inch of them. They are sitting in storage in Ohio because they don’t really fit anymore. I also bought a Vegas dress that is now so out of style. I actually donated it around 6 years ago. It didn’t fit anymore either.
Those were my souvenirs from Las Vegas, Nevada, but my memories include things I couldn’t bring home: great memories.
You know, the usual with travel!
“It feels like I’ve woken up from a 7 month long dream,” I said, as we cruised through the cold, quiet streets of my Ohio hometown, heading towards my sister’s house. “I thought I’d feel weird.”
Yesterday we’d been driving through our town in Mexico around the same time in the evening. That also felt normal. Somehow, that now felt so far away. Do we really live in Mexico? Is that really our life? On the brightly lit salt covered roads, it felt like it was a lifetime away, instead of a mere 10 hours.
“Code red,” the text came through in Spanish, a few days before we were due to return to Mexico. The next bit, also in Spanish, freaked me out. My anxiety was rearing up and I was afraid my worst fears were coming true: that one of my dogs died a dramatically tragic death while we were visiting the USA.
I looked at my gauges. I was 35 feet under the ocean’s surface. Amazing! No ear problems. This is much better than scuba diving in the dark quarry in Ohio! I thought about where I’d gotten certified. I watch the bubbles go up as I work my way deeper, towards the dark shadowy ship another 45 feet below me.
My buddy and I hit 40 feet under and suddenly, there is a sharp pain in my right ear. Okay, I can do this. I try to descend further.
Oh, it’s searing! I shriek inside my own head. Nope. I can’t do this.
It’s happening! I think with a delightful, giddy air. I finally get to see a T-Rex!*
*Tyrannosaurus Rex lived during the late Cretaceous period, not the Jurassic period. I really wanted to say “Holy Jurassic, Batman!”