If you could choose a day, a week, a moment in time to re-live - what would it be?Why would you do it?
Would you change anything? Take us back there - with words and pictures if you can....
This is such a great challenge. Like most people, I've had a number of less than impressive moments in my life that I can look back on with shame and embarrassment. I wish I could make them disappear. But isn't that the point of life? Making wrong decisions, having them backfire on you and learning from the experience. That feeling of shame and embarrassment that stays with you makes sure that you will never make that same mistake again. If you could make a wish and actually make it disappear, then you would no doubt end up making the same mistake again.
The time in my life I would like to go back to is one that gave me immeasurable joy. Earlier this year, the witchlet and I had a week's holiday at Kirra on the Gold Coast. I love Kirra the way it is at the moment. It's perfect for families. Kids can run and run as there is just so much beach and so few people on it.
We stayed in a lovely hotel called Kirra on the Beach, which was right across the road from the sand. We took most of our meals at a lovely cafe adjacent, which had just been taken over by a family from Paris. It was wonderful to talk to them, listen to their French accents and hear about Paris. Plus, the food was amazing!
It was such a wonderful week, just the kid and me, removed from all the worries of the world. There was precious little housework to do, no school or work to worry about. Just the beach, and the sun.
I taught the witchlet how to swim in the surf, and she went from completely freaking out about the idea to loving it. A pod of dolphins came within a few metres of us whilst we were swimming. It was a magical moment.
We took another day trip to the famous O'Reilly's bird sanctuary and stopped in at an Alpaca farm along the way. They had a number of babies which were only days old. They were so cute! We tried to figure out how to get one back on the bus with us, but the fence was a bit too high for us to carry out the deed.She has always loved animals and embraced any chance to interact with them. She did freak out a bit when one landed on her head though.
The week was such a wonderful opportunity for us both, but particularly for me. It was the first time I'd really managed to draw breath and take time out to really be with my girl since her father and I divorced when she was tiny. I had spent so much time trying to make sure that we had a roof over our heads and that she had the absolute best that I could give her that I had forgotten the reason that I was working so hard in the first place. I discovered how much of her I had already missed. Another mistake I wish I could reverse.
Not long after this trip, I quit my job. My witchlet is my life. Things are tougher financially, but our relationship has never been stronger.
I will always remember her joy and wonder that week at the beach. And I wouldn't change a thing.