In the aftermath I wonder about my parents.
I was .. am together... with a man nearly 8 years older than me and we were a couple for only about not even half a year. I was 22 years old and my parents gave me/Ingo money so we can go to Australia for 6 months.
At that age eight years difference is a lot.
But then...
Ingo´d watched the stars with my Dad for years (I did not know that)...
... and my Mum loved him anyways.
Ingo still has passwords with parts of her name in them.
I kinda BET the pre-Christmas-meal was for Ingo, not me!
But still - and that is the reason I have no kids (Ingo wanted some) - I would NEVER EVER allow my kid to travel into nowhere.
No one ever knew where we were - 1995.... no GPS, no smartphones, no nothing.
Once a month I sent a letter to my parents. That took at least three weeks to arrive in Germany.
There are deadly spiders and more and we lived in the car... and...
OK, this was Malcolm Douglas´ Crocodile Park in Broome... But still!
No kid of mine would get money for THAT (we had a blast and are alive and kicking and did it twice).
Ingo some years ago told me... my Dad´d said he was afraid, worried. But he trusted Ingo so much he gave in.
Dad never told me.
And, if you are a parent.... I would´ve liked to know cause I thought Dad just does not care.
We are/were alike.
He never wanted kids.
But when I happened he took it. (Others went to Denmark to get rid of of the mistake).
And certainly...
I am some lucky person, huh.
P.S. ... have you noticed Henry?
18 comments:
A memorable journey.
Two, actually... the second was even better.
...as a dad I'm afraid and worried too. That's what dads do!
And they should let their kids know...
From now, 30 years ago we arrived Perth at dusk. We came from Outback and tried finding a place having a quite night. (Police is chasing you). A green tree in combination of our green Holden was the answer. Next morning we drove to the lookout:Perth City! That was the beginning...
Interesting to learn a bit about your life Iris.
Never wanted kids either. My parents adored John.
Ingo , just forgot to say it was Kings Park...
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Christine, you´re welcome.
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Jackie, nice to learn I am not alone...
Parents never stop worrying about their kids no matter how old the kids get. The problem with dealing with adult children is they are adults and entitled to make their own decisions. If a parent forbids a young adult from doing something like going on a trip with a companion, the kid is just going to go anyway. Love and concern doesn't need to be expressed with words like I love you or I worry about you. It can look like do you have enough money? Did you eat? Take a jacket...
I think one gets more fears the older one gets. At least I do.
If you have kids, you always worry no matter how old you are.
Bill is right, you always worry about your kids. BUT, you also have to let them fly free and live their lives because as much as you want/wanted your choices, they want theirs. And your parents must have thought a lot of Ingo, which is more important than anything. Happy new week Iris. hugs-Erika
As a mom, I would be worried sick not knowing where my kids are.
At 22 you were not a kid, just very young to travel so far, but you had Ingo. Your Dad didn't want you to know he was worried in case you didn't go and missed the opportunity to see the world. And you loved my country so much you came back and now are planning a third visit.
I love that your parents loved Ingo and wish mine had known Rick. He was trusted and that counts for a great deal. My parents over-worried about me and I think it held me back. I admire yours for giving you that freedom.
CJ, yes, but it would´ve been nice to say it to me, not to Ingo...
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RedPat, same here... I don´t even dare to hop on the bike in the city...
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Bill, that must be true...
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Erika, yes, they liked him a lot. Happy new week and hugs
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Nancy, yes! That´s why I would´ve said "no"... or make them call every two days...
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River, not a third, a seventh visit :-)
Well I would´ve gone anyways, but it would´ve ben nice to know.
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Jeanie, yes, I was very lucky with them!
My parents were very fond of my (now) husband.
My father just didn't say anything to a previous boyfriend. He was allowed to enter, but he totally ignored him.
I am very happy that all three of my children have stayed in the Netherlands. Sometimes they considered another country and that made me very nervous.
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