I miss my “happy place” … it’s been 3 years since I spent my summer in the Bahamas. I’ve been going there every year since 1979 and I’ve fallen in love with the ocean, long stretches of white beaches, the laid back life style and, of course, my Bahamian friends. A couple of trips really stand out in my memory. When I was 7 months pregnant with my first son, Josh, my husband and I went for a quick one-week holiday. We knew this was the last trip where we’d be free to do whatever we wanted … no agenda, no obligations and no responsibilities. I remember the summer when my kids were 3 and 1½ years old. My mom joined me in order to help with the kids and was mortified because I was toilet training them by the poolside. She couldn’t believe I put the “chicken potty” on the pool deck and allowed the boys to run around bare bum. The British in her was appalled by my casual attitude. Thank goodness for the all in one swimsuit with the built in life preservers. Of course, we were with the kids at all times but the boys were so impulsive. They’d jump in to the water without warning because they were fearless. My kids grew up knowing that the Bahamas was their 2nd home. My kids still refer to our dear friend, Michael, as their “black” father. He’s taught them how to skin and clean a fish, cook an amazing Bahamian dinner, and build a dog pen. We taught Michael how to scuba dive. It has always amazed me that a lot of the islanders don’t spend more time swimming in the ocean and enjoying their beaches. I can’t wait to get in the ocean whenever I’m there. Both of my kids are now accomplished scuba divers, fishermen, golfers and tennis players because of their time in the Bahamas. More importantly, they felt the joy of carefree days away from big city life and enjoyed the quality time we spent as a family. Part of the reason we haven’t been there for the last 3 years is that my eldest son has a job as a golf instructor that he adores. My youngest son is currently taking an extra high school credit course. As well, ever since I started my own business, Tail Wags Helmet Covers, it is hard to “goof off” for the summer. Friends tell me I should just jump on the next plane even if it’s only for a mini vacation. What’s stopping me? Good question! Where do you go when you need to recharge your batteries and unwind? What’s your “happy” place? We all need one.
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