Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Birthday in Goa
It was my birthday and my hubby planned a nice surprise. Just two days before my favorite day, he announced we are going to Goa. Oh! My God! was my instant reaction. Anyone who knows my love for beaches can very well read the thoughts and emotions behind this reaction. For those who don't know India well- Goa, a city of beautiful beaches, is a paradise where you will find nature at its very best. With large palm and coconut trees adorning the sand make the place look serene. This is the only tourist spot in India that has more foreigners than the native people. The next very moment reality sunk in and I hesitated on the thought of handling Maks, my son, away from home. After all it was going to be the first long vacation with him. But the temptation of one of the most wanted holiday spots on my list took the better of me, we packed our bags and we were off to Goa. That was the best birthday ever with candle light dinners by the beach side, attending shack parties and days full of fun and water sports.  Handling Maks was quite a task though. I have always considered him a game for new things. He likes going out and loves water so the least expected reaction was he being scared of a beach. Children always surprise you and so did he. The moment I put his feet in water, he started crying at the top of his voice and was running away. I was shocked and couldn't understand what was happening. Then I realized it was not the water but the typical sound of splashing waves that made him uncomfortable. One incident that I can clearly recall is he looking at the waves while sitting in my lap and then immediately burying his face in the cozy corner formed by my arms. It looked as if he was again trying to get into my womb. Throughout the entire holiday, one of us used to be with him out of water and the other one enjoying alone. We tried and failed but never stopped trying. And finally just before the day we were about to leave, he was feeling ok. I won't say he started liking the waves but he was getting used to the idea. He threw another big challenge my way. Somehow, he suddenly showed reluctance to take formula milk and that is the only option when you are on move. I really had a hard time making him drink and eat things. May be he was not feeling good from inside. He had lots of water but very little milk. We came to know later that it was a heat stroke. It was a learning experience in terms of taking care of kids on a holiday. They have to be handled much more carefully and cautiously than adults. We have the endurance but there is still time for them to be that strong. Nevertheless it was a holiday worth remembering both for good and little tough times. And that’s the way it is with kids around. Labels: Goa, holiday in goa |
