Last week I took my kids on vacation. We went to Riviera Maya, Mexico. We sat on the beach, we snorkeled, we zip lined and we swam with dolphins. We ate all the food and drank all the drinks. We ordered room service. It cost a ridiculous amount of money and it was one of the best things I’ve ever done.
I know that some people might think it was selfish or unwise to spend that kind of money or take such a trip right now. They’re totally right. But they’re also very wrong.
When Vance got his job at the plant, he finally had paid vacation. For the first time ever, we were going to go on a family vacation and it wasn’t going to be to go see family or to Branson. We were going to take a real trip. And then he died. But I decided that we were still going.
I had to show my kids that we can move forward. That we can still do fun things. That we can still do hard things (because taking four kids out of the country alone, that’s not easy.). That we are still a family.
So this vacation, for me, was about much more than a week at the beach. This is my life now. I’m a single mom. I can do hard things. I can do fun things. I tell you this, though, I would give up any vacation have my husband back.