I am back from my wonderful holiday,
I am refreshed,
I have enjoyed every minute.
I have also learned a thing of two about myself.
Lesson number one is,
I have too much rain drenched blood,
roaring through my body,
to cope with temperatures of over 90 degrees.
My favored phrase for the holiday,
repeated at least hourly was,
“Oh dear God, I’m roasted”.
The upshot of this was I spent ten minutes sunbathing,
and then it was back to the sea or pool.
On an average day I spent over four hours in water,
much to the delight of my children.
I also learned once more,
the joys of wearing a bikini!
I mean who would not delight,
in showing off a body,
twenty years past it’s prime,
which cocooned four children,
and will never again have a flat stomach?
Each day I would wake up feeling great.
I was on holiday and rested.
It was time to get ready for the day.
Time to put on that bikini.
As I clicked that tricky bikini top catch,
I would look down approvingly,
and most of what should be held in place,
seemed to be.
The vision of me which I saw in my head,
was quite pleasing.
I would allow a small smile to begin.
“Not bad at all”, I would think.
Then fatal error I would look in the mirror.
In that moment I would wonder,
“Who the hell is that?”,
Surely not me, as I have a body to die for,
and am at least twenty years younger,
than the apparition before me.
Then as my young bikini wearing teenager,
struts in front of me,
her interest in gymnastics reflected in her perfect abs.
I would suck in my stomach for all I was worth.
I had to accept my perfect body is no more.
For the first time in months,
I was grateful my eldest daughter,
was not holidaying with us,
also strutting her stuff,
looking nothing like her mother.
However once away from that mirror,
I was a genius at self deceit.
I saw myself reflected,
in all those body beautifuls I saw everywhere.
I enjoyed each sun filled day,
as much as I ever did as a “young one”.
Completely uninhibited by my now more cuddly body.
The great thing about family holidays,
is that for the most part,
everyone is happy with the family aspect.
Throughout the ten days,
we spent so much time together.
We did things as a group,
I would have no chance of getting my kids to do,
if we were at home.
It ticked every box I could have wanted,
and will hopefully continue to bond us,
as we go our separate ways,
over the coming months.
So now we have returned home,
I’m sure you will be glad to know,
I have put away my bikini.
A wonderful time was had by all.
Many memories have flown home with us,
the majority of them bring smiles.
The airport dramas,
the fight with the car hire,
the horrendous roundabouts,
and driving on the wrong side of the road
to name but a few.
Some of those memories are however best left in Alicante,
such as the thought of me strutting my stuff,
looking “fabulous” in my bikini,
imagining I am something I am not!
I am definitely not the woman I used to be,
but then again would I want to be…..