It’s school holidays in most parts of Australia, and where it isn’t, it soon will be. It’s utterly business as usual at our place. I don’t really notice the difference in high school, not as much as in primary school anyway, where holidays were welcome relief from driving, uniforms and school lunches.
At the weekend, the 14-year-old woke up and said she might call her Manga (grandmother) and go visit. Manga lives about two hours’ drive north of Sydney on a beautiful lake, and simply adores her first grandchild (no wonder my daughter loves hanging out with her).
Manga is a brilliant old-school cook, and teaches my daughter how to make her classic dishes like creme brulee and clam chowder (one day I might tell you about the time I asked Manga if her chowder had bearded clams in it – because I had a brain snap and forgot bearded clams weren’t real clams). They spend hours watching Downton Abbey and Faulty Towers re-runs, and more hours researching the family tree.
I love that this somewhat cynical and cool teenager still loves hanging one-on-one with her Manga.
So she took herself there on the train, and will return mid-week because she has some babysitting to do and is helping her old drama school teacher with their school holiday program.
Next week, she is flying to one of the most beautiful places on Earth on the far north coast of NSW, where she will have five days with her aunt, my sister. Who also adores her first-born niece. (School holidays are very good for my daughter’s self esteem.) This was where we spent our last family holiday at Christmas time, and it is a very special place.
She will return speaking like a hippy, drinking Chai tea and burning incense.
Wish I was having her holiday.
Do you get jealous of your kids’ holidays?