I have been raising my son as a single mother all his life, and for the last ten years have traveled with him through Africa and Asia as an international humanitarian aid worker; spending on the average of 3 years in each duty station.
It has been a privilege to witness and be part of this empowering and dynamic journey with this amazing being I have been gifted with birthing and raising. Given that we spend so much time in difficult duty stations, we plan regular vacations around the world based on our interests, which entails trying to reconcile our different interests each time.
It is February, and after months of work, my son and I are now planning a week vacation. He is obsessed with beautiful and historic architecture, and I the mum, more interested in cities where we have Sephora and other trendy stores. Not sure how it happened, but I have become the teenage fashion obsessed daughter while my son is the deep intellectual dad.
Right now we are reviewing appropriate hotels for our stay, he is making his choice based on the history of the hotel. `It would be great if it was once a historical space mum' blah blah blah. Me the mum, looking at the yards or mileage it would take to the shopping centre.