Member-only story
My Child Coming Face-To-Face With A Cobra Wasn’t The Scariest Part
This one’s not so nice.
Taking my children to India brought with it two extremes of emotion. On the one hand, it felt blissfully free from the constraints of the miserable climate in the UK, and on the other hand, it scared the crap out of me. While there were many wonderful days passed during these travels, there were also moments during which I wondered what the f*%k had possessed me to agree to go with children in tow.
However, despite the fact that most of the responsibility to take care of our girls fell on my shoulders, since my then-partner frequently liked to assert his independence from us, we travelled there first with just the eldest, and then the two of them, a total of four times.
At times, that responsibility freaked the hell out of me, and at others, I was in absolute bliss!
Gokharna, Karnataka. Rustic, poor, but a scene rich with culture.
When we would find routines that worked for us, allowed us to enjoy our surroundings, and have all of our needs met, those days were pretty blissful. Days in the sun, on the beach or in the mountains; walking, swimming, playing, eating, and drinking.
