Our last working days are approaching fast. Interestingly enough I’m getting creative again already. I have so many ideas I’d like to try and make work at work. Maybe all these ideas get sorted and palpable during our trip. Maybe they even get obsolete because everything changes in one way or another. Who knows?
While preparing, we had to take some further steps and make decisions. Unfortunately, we are going to lose our spot at the daycare facility our son is in. We might get back in but nothing is certain. That breaks my heart. When it comes to my kid and being a mum I turned into a Rosamunde Pilcher kind of person. Everything has to be neat and proper and pretty and all problems have to turn out to be big misunderstandings by the end of the book/movie and everybody can be happy. The kids in Anton’s group are great, the parents are fun and interesting (important when you have to sit on a park bench for hours on end watching your kids sliding, swinging, baking sand cakes…) and the teachers are great. Of course, there will always be another great group, parents, kids, etc. But I’d really hate it for Anton and us to start all over again. He made friends there. Again we will not know how that’ll turn out but I’m not ready to let that ruin the trip.
More importantly, Anton has a best friend already. Our neighbour kid is Anton’s age, in the same daycare class and they love each other. He even calls her sister now. They see each other every day and when we get home they want to spend even more time with each other so that we have either two kids for dinner or none. How does that work with 2 1/2-year-olds? Are they going to miss each other? I for one are going to miss the neighbours. I love that straightforward way we have with each other and our kids. How is it going to be for him when we meet kids but they all speak a different language? Is he going to embrace that or might that scare him and make him feel lonely? I don’t think and hope so but these thoughts are starting to enter my head. The thought if we are being selfish or making a difference in Anton’s and our life is there again and again. Still, I’m thinking it’s worth it. This will be a very special experience in all our lives.
Maybe we even get visitors on our trip. Even Anton’s babysitter is considering a „gig“ in Central America 😉
Until then we have to make some salsa and bake some cakes for the following farewells and goodbyes to come.