You have to really WANT to do this…
March 27, 2013 in Inspiration, New Zealand, Oceania, Travelogue
“You really have to WANT to do this, don’t you, Dear?”
Ann’s words have echoed in my mind as her sweet, octogenarian face has pleasantly haunted my afternoon walks. We wandered slowly through the natural bridge outside of Waitomo with her and her husband, Ross. I quietly got the kids’ attention and encouraged them to walk more slowly behind him, and not press forward as he did his aged best to step over tree roots and up the rocky stairs to the high meadow where we laughed together about the crazy idea of standing in the presence of 3 million year old oysters. Tony gave him a leg up over the fences. He laughed, good-naturedly, when the boys leapt out from behind blackberry bushes with a roar, as he had undoubtedly done forty years before I took my first breath.
Ann was hand washing for the two of them in a little tub out the back of her camper van, using water that Ross was bringing, one bucket at a time from the bridge. He’d lower the bucket the twenty or so feet to the surface with a long rope and then haul it up, mostly full, hand over hand before delivering it to his white haired wife. By the time she was done rinsing he was there to help her wring out his trousers, one on each end, twisting hard, and hang the clothes from a line he’s strung under the awning.
She commiserated with me over hand washing for six, producing meals for an army on two burners in a three foot square space, and the difficulties of adventuring with children. She’d raised a tribe too, in her day, and they’d camped the length and breadth of their island homes. Perhaps she’s a premonition of myself.
You have to really WANT to do this.
I’ve been thinking about that statement, and the layers of meaning it embodies.
Truth be told, living this way is a lot of work. Staying home is far and away easier. But the best things in life are always the things that require the most from us, that we have to work our rear-ends off to achieve. The things we are proudest of mean so much to us because they’ve cost us the most.
Marriage is like that.
Raising kids is like that.
Traveling is like that.
All three together is the perfect storm of all that and two bags of chips.
There was so much encouragement in Ann’s face as we talked and washed and shared “mama” stories. The older I get the more I appreciate the stories of old women. I think because I’m just beginning to understand the many-layered thing that a woman’s life is, stretched thin over the better part of a century. Perhaps it’s because I can see myself in their eyes more clearly than I could at twenty, or thirty.
You have to really WANT to do this.
So many people give up. They give up on the thing they really, really want to do. There are so many reasons: It gets too hard. It costs too much. It hurts too badly. It isn’t what we signed up for. Someone else fails us. We fail ourselves. It’s inconvenient. It’s easier to stay home, in some capacity. We feel that we don’t deserve it, aren’t “worth” it. It’s a fight.
I’ve been thinking lots about the things I really want to do. The big things and the small things. The hard things and the harder things.The things that seem mundane, like staying married until I’m in my eighties, raising kids who are productive citizens and learning to write. The things that seem like pipe dreams too: seeing Antarctica, changing the world, and successfully handing my parents’ legacy to my grandkids. I really, really want to do these things.
For tonight, the things I really want to do included cooking 3 kilos of meat, enough potatoes, cheesy cauliflower & salad for an army, making a double batch of ginger cookies and making my husband laugh until he was squirming to get away from me, which is an accomplishment. I want to sit and sip my tea, munch my still warm ginger treat and thank the gods that be for friends who love me enough to mail me the exact type of tea that keeps me from killing the children who I want so desperately to strangle sometimes when we all are living in 126 square feet. And I’m willing to live in 126 square feet of rolling space because I really, really want, quite desperately, to make their childhood epic and not to miss a moment of it.
What do you really want to do?
Again, I love your writing about these issues. And I’m asking myself this on a daily basis. I suspect I know the answer but am hesitant about the road less traveled (despite having a husband who wants that more than anything). It’s easier to return to the status quo and there are a million reasons why this would be the “sensible” decision. BUT, something keeps nagging at me and I don’t want to live a life of “what ifs”. You (and your family) continue to be an inspiration.
Ahh Jen… I’ll bring the wine. We shall discuss big things. I love your family. <3
Thanks, this was just the encouragement I needed today, and you know that long-term travel ISN’T on my list of things I really want to do. But everything you said applies just as well to this life we’re trying to carve out on a little piece of land, raising as much of our own food as possible during an impossibly short growing season. Spring time is a lot of work around here. We’re battling cabin fever from the long winter, making Maple syrup in the driveway, chicks will arrive next week, etc. etc. etc. Life is just REALLY busy, but when I stop and think, ‘what can I cut out?’ There’s very little, because I really WANT to do all those things.
Again thanks! I love the encouragement you so easily share!
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I love this – and working through the hard things makes everything better, more special, more REAL.
Lois… exactly… it has nothing to do with “what” the dream is… and everything to do with pursuing it doggedly. I love you SO much!! And everyone else… I love you too… thanks for the kind words
Oh wow! This is really exactly what I needed to read tonight! We have been on the road for 9 month in a little more space than you (30 feet trailer) with our 3 girls and it’s getting tough for them (personal space, social life) and for us (financially) and my husband is starting to question this lifestyle. I REALLY, really want this to work (and I believe he does too), but it is a constant juggling act with growing kids with changing needs, and as you know very well, traveling makes you discover layers and layers of yourself, so it doesn’t always get easier to take into account everybody’s need into account (my partner’s need to have a more regular running schedule, because long-distance trail running really is important to him for instance) is a biggie… Anyways, thanks for this. And I, too, love the wisdom of older women more and more as I get older…
Catherine… indeed… layers of self, difficulties of juggling it all… we travel to meet ourselves, as much as we travel to meet the world. Be encouraged, there ARE ways to make it happen and keep it happening… are you in the FOTM group on FB? If not, send me a personal message and I’ll get you in there… it’s all families who are traveling full time and it’s a wealth of encouragement!
Thanks, Jen, I just wrote to Theodora to join! My biggest concern right now is that my girls are not at their happiest, they fight quite a bit lately, they are bored (come on! how can you get bored when there is so much to see and do!!). Like you, we chose this lifestyle mainly for their education and in the last month I found myself wondering if this is really the best thing for them…