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Posted 1 August 2019
Alexis is a mum, actor and writer who blogs over at her site, The Time I Almost. As the summer holidays begin, she discusses her experiences of taking the brave step of booking a trip to Spain with her daughter.
I am a single mum to a beautiful, whip-smart four year old, and this summer – thanks to the support of my friends, parents and a rather wonderfully written article I read by Laura Weir in the Evening Standard – I was inspired to take my daughter on our very first Single Parent Holiday Abroad.
However, don’t get me wrong, it took me a good two years of single-parentdom (is that a word?) to be able to achieve this. Blame finances, blame fear, blame good ole Brexit, but it just never felt like the right time. I mean, sure, we’d been on mini-breaks to Butlins and Gulliver’s World, but we’d never actually gotten on a plane together and left UK airspace. How would we cope?
But this year, finally, I bought seventy-five mini bottles of unguents I would never use and a supportive full-cup bikini, pulled that rip-cord once and for all, and booked my daughter and I on a cheap package-deal holiday to Spain.
And you know what? It wasn’t a nightmare. On the contrary, it was truly heart-warming. I even managed to teach my daughter to swim, a fact which makes me so incredibly proud, I have a little ugly cry every time I think about it! This is why I wanted to write you a little piece dispelling all the nonsense I’d read, all that rubbish which had almost stopped me from hitting the ‘complete payment’ button. This is why I felt it was time to bust some myths once and for all…
So, if the thought of booking your first Single Parent Holiday Abroad makes you as nervous as a Love Island contestant in a Recoupling Ceremony, then don’t panic. Read on – I’ve got your back!
Lugging a giant suitcase around at two in the morning as you try to find your holiday bungalow (whilst also carrying two rucksacks, half of Boots and a gallon or so of water in your other arm), isn’t exactly fun – particularly when you know you will be woken by ‘Oi Frog’ being slapped in your face at 6am, with a demand to ‘Read. This. Now!’ – but it will give you biceps to rival Michelle Obama’s by the end of your holiday, so who’s complaining?
Maybe you aren’t? Maybe you have PTSD or depression or anxiety like many of us do – but everyone deserves a break, right? Surely it’s worth a try?
Plus, Vitamin D is your friend, as are palm trees and all-you-can-eat buffets. Take some uplifting books, download a few inspirational podcasts or audiobooks to listen to, and take advantage of the Kids Club (free childcare). When you have a moment to yourself, when they are asleep or playing with their new friends, just relax and work on YOU.
There was a family on our holiday where the parents were so drunk the whole time, having four all-inclusive cocktails each per round, that they ended up using me and the other holidaymakers/barman/anyone as free childcare. I didn’t want to say no, because I felt so concerned for their kids, especially their baby who was slopping around in the mum’s arms the entire time she was on the dance floor attempting to do ‘The Macarena’.
My daughter kept referring to them as ‘The Drunk Parents Who Talk Funny’, mainly as they got so blottoed, they could no longer speak in proper sentences.
Guess what? I didn’t feel particularly envious of them. The point is that there are good and bad parents everywhere. Just do the best you can and don’t worry about everyone else.
If, like me, your child has a different surname to you on their passport, PLEASE remember to take your child’s birth certificate with you, however much everyone says how alike you are or that you could almost be twins.
Due to a clampdown on child trafficking, you may very well be asked for birth certificates and/or copies of any Child Arrangements Orders you might have at Customs. I was questioned at the airport when we arrived and whipped out the relevant documents and it was all sorted in a matter of seconds. Be prepared.
Wrong! Whatever happens, however many overtired outbursts you/your little ones might have, you will get to share so many incredible new experiences together- even just seeing different birds, flowers, or eating different foods (namely ones which aren’t yellow and come out of the freezer). It also gave me the perfect excuse to fulfil a lifelong childhood dream and blag our way into the cockpit of our plane for a guided tour – a lovely first for both of us and the stuff of great memories.
I fully expected that this was going to be the case, particularly when a friend told me her kids had screamed blue murder the first time their ears ‘popped’ in the air on a trip to France, so I planned accordingly- iPad, check, crayons, check, chewy sweets, check!
However, a very surprising thing happened: it turns out my daughter is the Ultimate Travel Companion, sitting quietly, happily eating her snacks and drawing to the point that the lady sitting next to us turned to me mid-flight and said, “Wow, your daughter is SO well-behaved!”
Who knew? You only learn by trying.
This is only in your head. I repeat, this is only in your head.
Still, if you want a quick and easy way to make new friends, load up in Poundland on swimming pool toys, pre-holiday – balls, a snorkel, water pistols, you name it and I guarantee you will be the toast of the Kids’ Pool.
The word ‘Animation’ is going to be your saviour. Trust me!
Whereas as a single traveller or even as a young couple, you probably would have dry-heaved at the mere mention of the word, ‘Animation’ – aka the hotel’s hotchpotch of evening entertainment – it’s going to be your New Best Friend for it means you have an excuse to leave your hotel room at night, get dressed up and catch a ‘so bad its good’ magic show or variety performance.
Your kid/s will laugh at all the terrible jokes and you’ll laugh too because you’ll let go and see it through their eyes. Hopefully, you’ll also realise what fun you’re both having on your very first Single Parent Holiday Abroad, despite all your previous fears and reservations.