From as young as I can remember, my mother has spoken of travelling to the Greek Islands. Her eyes mist over as she describes what she thinks her ultimate dream would look like.
I thought of her often while I was jumping from Paros to Ios and Santorini as a party fresh 22 year old.
I know Mum never wanted to be dancing on tables in the Ios square, but I could picture her sitting beside me on the schooner as we swam in the Blue Lagoon on a day sail around Paros.
My mum is an introvert, much like I was before I travelled. She worries a lot and rarely does things that scare her – imagine her angst to have 3 out of her 4 children who travel a lot.
Our adventurous natures must have rubbed off on her because she has now decided to seize the day and travel to the Greek Islands.
I’m so excited for her.
Mum has always let her dreams take a back seat so she can be a mother.
Even though her youngest is 28, she doesn’t stop being a mother. I see the worry in her eyes as she asks yet again how I am doing since my latest surgery, whispering quietly to Craig her concerns for my health! (I’m fine btw).
She looks after me still, buying me gluten-free cookbooks to cater to my new way of eating, and helps looks after my children so I can follow a path that was not really offered to her.
I love to see how she loves and cares for my girls; it opens my eyes to how she must have loved me as a baby.
She’s always been there for everyone else, especially my Dad. I’m proud of my Dad. He’s recently dropped over into his seventies, but still plays cricket – like hard core. He’s in the Australian elderly gentleman cricket team and plays for State and local rep levels.
He’s the ultimate proof that you are never too young to follow your dreams.
When I feel like quitting on mine, he inspires me to keep moving forward–you’ll get there eventually, if you have passion and commitment.
Mum has always dedicated her time and resources to Dad’s dreams with no regrets.
I was elated when Mum told me she was going to Greece.
“I’ve always wanted to do it.”
“Yes. You go Mum. It’s about time you followed your own dreams.”
She’s going with a friend, another cricketing wife.
Three weeks in total: Italy, Switzerland, and Santorini.
Her dream realized.
And now she has discovered she’ll be going to England later this year, another travel dream of hers. Dad has an Australian cricket tour; she has decided to join him.
“I feel a little guilty taking two major international trips back to back.”
“Don’t be silly Mum, you deserve it. Go and enjoy your life. Live those dreams, check off the bucket list, and never feel guilty about it.”
You are never too old to achieve your travel dreams…but why wait until then anyway?
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