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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Freedom Fighter
My family and friends find it extremely amusing to remind me of a time when I used to question the necessity of having children. “They just weigh one down,” I would pontificate. How could one be impulsive or do anything spontaneous such as fly off to Europe with friends on a whim?
I can’t ever imagine giving up this freedom, I would famously say.
But I did, willingly, periodically lamenting what I gave up with the caveat, “but I got so much more in return!”
Then a few years ago I joined my best friend for a girl’s weekend in New York. It would be the first time I was away since my daughter was born. I flew to N.Y. on sheer euphoria, Ah! To be free and footloose once again!
But from the moment I landed, I missed my daughter so much I could hardly move a muscle. It was as close to a panic attack as you could get. I would have flown back immediately if it wouldn’t have seemed crazy.
How had I become this person who couldn’t even breathe when her child was out of range?
When my mother asked about my trip all I said was, “I’m never doing that again.”
And I didn’t - nixing any idea that even suggested a trip without kids.
That was over three years ago. From the sidelines I envied moms who went for business trips or girlfriend weekends and though they missed their children, seemed to do it without being paralyzed by some indefinable fear.
Now another friend has invited me to Las Vegas.
“Go,” says my husband, “it’ll be good for you. She was fine the last time and she’ll be fine this time, too.”
So, in the interest of showing that I have positively matured since my N.Y. trip, I agree. My friend and I have spent the last few days booking our hotels and flights and looking at our choice of shows on the Internet.
Should we go for some Cirque du Soleil extravaganza or magic show or concert? Or something Vegas-like and adult?
Wait a minute…what’s this?
“Thunder From Down Under!”
“A tasteful and titillating time for everyone…” states the review.
Both tasteful and titillating? Well in that case. . . maybe I could be persuaded to enjoy a few days of freedom after all.
By Tania Malik
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I can’t ever imagine giving up this freedom, I would famously say.
But I did, willingly, periodically lamenting what I gave up with the caveat, “but I got so much more in return!”
Then a few years ago I joined my best friend for a girl’s weekend in New York. It would be the first time I was away since my daughter was born. I flew to N.Y. on sheer euphoria, Ah! To be free and footloose once again!
But from the moment I landed, I missed my daughter so much I could hardly move a muscle. It was as close to a panic attack as you could get. I would have flown back immediately if it wouldn’t have seemed crazy.
How had I become this person who couldn’t even breathe when her child was out of range?
When my mother asked about my trip all I said was, “I’m never doing that again.”
And I didn’t - nixing any idea that even suggested a trip without kids.
That was over three years ago. From the sidelines I envied moms who went for business trips or girlfriend weekends and though they missed their children, seemed to do it without being paralyzed by some indefinable fear.
Now another friend has invited me to Las Vegas.
“Go,” says my husband, “it’ll be good for you. She was fine the last time and she’ll be fine this time, too.”
So, in the interest of showing that I have positively matured since my N.Y. trip, I agree. My friend and I have spent the last few days booking our hotels and flights and looking at our choice of shows on the Internet.
Should we go for some Cirque du Soleil extravaganza or magic show or concert? Or something Vegas-like and adult?
Wait a minute…what’s this?
“Thunder From Down Under!”
“A tasteful and titillating time for everyone…” states the review.
Both tasteful and titillating? Well in that case. . . maybe I could be persuaded to enjoy a few days of freedom after all.
By Tania Malik
Labels: girl's weekend, Las Vegas, Mother freedom, New York
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