“You’ll have to drag me back to India kicking and screaming.”
Great. That’s what my elder son, light of my life, apple of my eye, clone of his mum in many ways, said to a visitor last night. It seems this kid does not want to travel. This from the child that, when we were actually IN India, told me he loved it and that it was his favourite country. But no, apparently he hates the food, hates the trains, hates the buses, hates the heat and most of all, hates the bad wifi. Ah, so that’s what this is all about, computer games.
This outpouring came in the presence of a friend , Penny, a fellow travelling mum of now-grown kids. She didn’t take much notice and neither did I.
I have a feeling he was just saying it for effect but we’ll have a chat when he drags himself out of bed this morning. This child is known for a tendency to say one thing rapidly followed by the exact opposite as an alternate way of looking at things pops into his monkey mind. But can you imagine if he’d have said that in front of certain relatives? Perfect ammunition for them to berate me yet again for not being “normal”.
Lucky it was Penny. Penny gets it, she knows that they turn out well after not going to school, not being like other kids and seeing most of the world before they’re old enough to drink.
He followed his bombshell up with “But mum, you said you hated it too and were never going back.”
“Well yes, that’s true, but only once and that’s normal in India.”
“No, you said it twice.”
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Well, Ok, I did. I think the first time was when I was trying to get us all off a very small bus with very large backpacks and the on-coming storm of humanity almost knocked me and the kids to the deck. The second time was when ear-picking, chappati-handling, granny-poking guy was doing my head in. Oh, there was a third time too, that time I was groped. Thankfully my over- honest child has forgotten one of the three. You can find out about all that in our India travel blog section, should you wish.
We made this for you to save to Pinterest. Anjuna market, Goa, another place they had no fun at all.
But I can’t wait to go back to India, I love the place with every ounce of me and thrive on new adventures. A bit of hardship never killed anyone. So he’s going, tough, no choice.
We’ll talk. If I thought he genuinely didn’t want to return or had any real anxiety, we wouldn’t. The kids come first on this journey and always have. We regularly have conversations about what they want, how happy they are and what we can do to make them happier.
I want them to see Varanasi, the snows of the Himalayas ( to see where their great-grandmother, other side, grew up), the Taj Mahal and the giving and service at the Golden Temple. They’ve asked to see wild tigers, sadhus, the Dalai Lama’s residence, forts in Rajasthan, Indian rhino and the cranes at Khichan. They know about all these things and places because I find documentaries, You Tube videos, books and poems, to inspire them, educate them and get them thirsting to see them with their own eyes. It’s part of my job description as educator and worldschooling facilitator.
I haven’t yet told my fabulous son that on this trip we’re going semi-unplugged. Now we have our base established in Romania, we can cut our usual travel essentials down to a load far easier to carry. He won’t be happy. But, like India, I think it’s good for him.
Advice For When Kids Don’t Want to Travel
Don’t ignore them, they need to be heard.
Talk to them, find out exactly why. Is something worrying them? Will they miss a particular thing or person? Is it just nerves?
Remove as many unknowns as possible, tell them what’s going to happen, to the best of your knowledge.
Show them images of the hotels or guest houses you will be using, if at all possible.
Show them books, videos, anything, about your destinations, try to get them excited.
Don’t show any anxiety yourself, monkey see, monkey do.
Let them take the familiar objects that they really need. The blankies, special bears, pillows or ( in our case) sarongs. But don’t go crazy on toys, they rarely play with them.
Boo says “Tell them about the chocolate and sweet stuff.”
If they’re still really anxious, change your plans, try some gentler travel first.
Show them the pictures of my kids having a terrible time all over the world.
Nobody knows for sure what’s best for them, it’s all a big experiment, but we may as well have adventures together along the way rather than pack them off to school every morning and miss out on so many years of being a family.
What about you? Have you ever met any travel resistance from your kids? Did everything work out OK?
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