I had read somewhere - 'As you age you regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did ', the wisdom in those words is ringing truer with every passing year.
Last weekend I travelled with my daughter to a mini reunion with my undergrad friends and had a fantastic time. A month ago I came to know that my friend in Atlanta was going to be visiting Dallas, where three other friends live. I wished for a moment that I could go too, but then realized it would'nt be possible being in the seventh month of my pregnancy and travelling with a three and half year old. I spoke to my husband that night and he wasn't for it at all - no surprises there. Also we figured he was going to be travelling at that time, for work, and wouldn't be available if something went wrong. I reigned in my excitement and decided to err on the safer side.
About two days before 'the' weekend, I again brought this up with my husband over the phone. He again told me all the good reasons he had outlined before for why I shouldn't do it. He ended the conversation with , "Please don't make me worry about you when I am away, I already have enough on my plate with work related stuff". I agreed about 10%-heartedly. After I hung up I started looking for tickets, still unsure and debating with myself, but with a gargantuan urge to make it happen. An inner voice kept saying - Now or never! If I can't do this with one child, how much easier is it going to be with two kids? Life is only going to get more hectic and more complicated going forward for the next two decades. And even if I did find the time and could pull this off, how could I be sure my friends will be available and have favorable life situations etc.etc.? In the midst of all these thoughts my bid was accepted and I was viewing the electronic copy of our tickets.
I will not lie that I felt completely comfortable and confident about this. A part of me reminded me that if something went wrong, my whole family would be distraught, my husband would fry me every night for dinner. But why would it, it's a three and a half hour flight, my friends would take very good care of me and I will be very careful. I called Mr.husband to inform him this, then grinning ear to ear called my friend to let her know I was coming.
I had a fabulous time from the minute I landed - a marathon of sumptuous food, endless laughter, chit chat, remembering old times, catching up on all these years - it just couldn't have been better. The kids had a very good time with each other, was hard to believe that after all these years we were actually meeting and our children were playing with one another. I have never travelled just to meet friends in my eight or so years in this country - I am so happy this happened. My friends, their very kind and friendly spouses and the lovely kids made this an unforgettable weekend. I am very grateful for the experience.
Last weekend I travelled with my daughter to a mini reunion with my undergrad friends and had a fantastic time. A month ago I came to know that my friend in Atlanta was going to be visiting Dallas, where three other friends live. I wished for a moment that I could go too, but then realized it would'nt be possible being in the seventh month of my pregnancy and travelling with a three and half year old. I spoke to my husband that night and he wasn't for it at all - no surprises there. Also we figured he was going to be travelling at that time, for work, and wouldn't be available if something went wrong. I reigned in my excitement and decided to err on the safer side.
About two days before 'the' weekend, I again brought this up with my husband over the phone. He again told me all the good reasons he had outlined before for why I shouldn't do it. He ended the conversation with , "Please don't make me worry about you when I am away, I already have enough on my plate with work related stuff". I agreed about 10%-heartedly. After I hung up I started looking for tickets, still unsure and debating with myself, but with a gargantuan urge to make it happen. An inner voice kept saying - Now or never! If I can't do this with one child, how much easier is it going to be with two kids? Life is only going to get more hectic and more complicated going forward for the next two decades. And even if I did find the time and could pull this off, how could I be sure my friends will be available and have favorable life situations etc.etc.? In the midst of all these thoughts my bid was accepted and I was viewing the electronic copy of our tickets.
I will not lie that I felt completely comfortable and confident about this. A part of me reminded me that if something went wrong, my whole family would be distraught, my husband would fry me every night for dinner. But why would it, it's a three and a half hour flight, my friends would take very good care of me and I will be very careful. I called Mr.husband to inform him this, then grinning ear to ear called my friend to let her know I was coming.
I had a fabulous time from the minute I landed - a marathon of sumptuous food, endless laughter, chit chat, remembering old times, catching up on all these years - it just couldn't have been better. The kids had a very good time with each other, was hard to believe that after all these years we were actually meeting and our children were playing with one another. I have never travelled just to meet friends in my eight or so years in this country - I am so happy this happened. My friends, their very kind and friendly spouses and the lovely kids made this an unforgettable weekend. I am very grateful for the experience.
