Dear Max

We are home from Mauritius, our second trip in the last few months, thanks to luck, which pulled Saul’s “winning” form that he filled out at a travel expo. Up until a few days ago, I wasn’t certain that people who fill out random forms to win a trip ACTUALLY win, but there you have it.

You had a ball, and seemed a lot more confident than our last trip, both in the water and out. I also felt a lot more relaxed too – less worried about my Brazilian blowout getting damaged by the chlorine, and less bothered about who could see my cellulite as I walked to the pool in my bikini (I still sucked in my stomach, of course).

I filled out the registration forms for you for the kids’ club, but you didn’t go there once. It felt cold and clinical, and didn’t feel “fun”. So we hung out a lot together – reading, swimming, playing and eating pancakes.

It was the first trip sans nappies, and you did brilliantly. I won’t write about the two pool incidents here, but I’ll tell you about it if/when you want to know. You have been in nappies at night just in case, and only once did you wake up with a wet nappy. It got to the point where I didn’t really have to remind you to go to the bathroom anymore, and some of our conversations went a lot like this: “Max, do you need to go to the bathroom?”. “No please, I’m fine”.

I’ll also remember this holiday as the time in which you:

– Found a “routine” each day: pancakes, swimming, sushi, looking for the turtles and koi in the pond, counting the lion water fountains, saying good morning and goodnight to the koi, turtle beach, sea and pool

– Tried to fish with your makeshift rod (stick, cotton and button)

– Cried when I lost my slipslop in the sea while we were on a pedal boat.

– Blew bubbles under the water while swimming

– Pointed out every gecko and lizard that you saw, and reacted with such excitement that it felt like each time was the first

– Asked each day when you saw my caesar scar how you were born (you love the story!)

– Gave me the strongest and most profound hug one day when I was in a low mood. And said “Feel better mommy”

We had a brilliant time, and I loved spending so much good time with you. To be honest though, I’m so happy to be home. I almost cried when we touched down. Back to our “routine” and to my creature comforts. And to the diet.

xMom

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