Unforgettalbe Vacation

Just a few points on this one:

I have never tackled this topic before, so its new ground and a bit challenging for me; critiques and comments are much appreciated.

I consider this to be a sensitive topic for me (having given it some thought) and so it is written sensitively

I admire those who can 'Wham-Bam' a piece of good work out; unfortunately I cannot.   One reason is because it isn't my style; another reason is that I see a blank canvass when I start rather than a painting-by-numbers board with shortcuts.     If you don't want to read a story with a semblance of a plot you will not find whatever I write to your liking and may want to pass. (I'm sure I have written this somewhere else?)      :-)

It will be in parts; 2, possibly 3.   Again, sorry if that pu! ts me out of the 'Wham-Bam' genre.   :-)

Unforgettable Vacation

Part I

Mom had seen bad times.   Her marriage hadn't worked out and when my Father walked out on her three years ago it didn't come as a bomb-shell to her; he was seeing another woman that she knew about and she was working to find a way out anyway.   He's never been around since so ... enough said about him on my part I guess.   She doesn't fret about him either, so that's good too.   There's only me, I don't have any brothers or sisters and, maybe, that makes it easier for Mom... I don't know really; I never ask her.

Things hadn't been good for me either; married at 22 against Mom's better wishes (and a lot of other people I should add) then separated and divorced two years later.   The same thing for me in reverse basically; she was going with another guy, the only difference being I didn't kno! w about it.   With no kids involved it could be said it was ! a good t ime for me to leave; it made it a lot easier to get out, in fact.

I spent a lot of time with Mom.   Not because she spent most of her time alone and I felt I had to do, but because I was a bit like Mom in many respects.   Mom had a few dates over the last three years and I do mean a few, but they were one-night-stands; she said she struggled to trust a man since Dad.   She said that to be together so long and give all her trust and love only for it to end like it did made her lose faith; in many respects I didn't really blame her for how she felt.

At the moment in time I speak of, and for me, I hadn't had a proper date since I separated; I don't know why, I simply decided I didn't want to be involved with another girl just yet and I had a trust issue too.   Like I said, I had lots in common with Mom.   And then she announced the idea of this holiday which seemed to come from nowhere at all; I was totally shocked at how she brought the! subject up.   We had finished dinner one night, I had cleared the dishes away and she asked me to sit with her at the table.   I knew it was something out of the ordinary in how she asked me; she sounded excited in her voice, so at least I didn't expect anything serious.   I sat down and out came her suggestion

"We've both had a rough few years Jamie.   So I've had an idea that you might want to think about ... then again, maybe not.   What do you think about going on vacation with me; overseas to somewhere tropical, we have never left the Country and it would be nice to see somewhere exotic."

Straight away it came as a bit of a shock; I had no idea what was on her mind, other than the obvious of course.

"Wow Mom.   I don't know.   How do you mean, a family vacation overseas sort of thing?"

She laughed at me.

"Well, yes ... I guess; all two of us; loads of group hug! s."   That got me laughing along with her, and then w! e both c almed down again as she carried on.   "Listen Jamie; hear me through and see what you think ...

I have wanted to go on vacation for a couple of years; I want to get out of this country to somewhere nice.   But it's always the same; I ask what few friends I have, they say they are already planned to go and end with: 'but you can come along with us!', but that doesn't work for me; I feel like I am intruding, besides ... a single asking to tag along with a married couple feels, to me, like I am gate-crashing.   Anyway ... it hasn't worked so far.   So, I pass on even bothering to ask now.   I know a few single ladies like me, but they are either dating or already going with their partners, so I have the same issues.   You see Jamie, it isn't easy for me, but I don't know if you see it the way I do."

She paused and I started to take in what she was saying.

"OK.   I can understand what you ar! e saying Mom, and I know you are struggling with dating and have been since Dad left.   Is that a part of it?"

She gave me a slight smile.

"You are right about dating and yes, I am struggling; it isn't easy for me and I know I have to get over it and start trusting guys again. But hey, you have your own issues to deal with, just like me.     All I know is that I need a good vacation, fourteen days of sun and sand, away from this place ... but I wouldn't dream of going alone.   Maybe you might think I am not trying enough.   Anyway, oh damn ... forget it darling, I ... "

I cut in on her.

"... Now hold on Mom; let me understand your idea first before you get to telling me you think I should forget just what the idea is; besides, only you know it so far.   Let me backtrack.   What you are saying is that you want a vacation overseas, you don't feel comfortable going with anyone else but yo! u have no one to go with; have I got it right?   I mean ... ! I do get it Mom and I understand that much.   So, tell me the rest of your idea."

She was fast to get into it.

"The idea is simple really.   I thought we could go on vacation together; I wouldn't be a nuisance to you and I wouldn't be holding your arm and wanting to know what you are up to; hey, you might meet someone nice there, you never know.   But for me; I just feel a need to get away to somewhere hot this winter."

The idea actually started to sound appealing.

"That's interesting.   You said 'For me', I might find someone nice there ... for you, you just 'need to get away'; are you fixing to get me married again Mom?"   I laughed and she broke up in fits too; after calming down at my own joke she spoke out.   "No.   I'm saying you might meet someone there; where I'm looking at going isn't some hut in a rainforest, it's a hotel, four-star, all-inclusive resort holiday an! d there are plenty of American people who go on vacation there, singles included."

  It was getting more interesting at this point.

"Firstly, you are single Mom so why are you writing yourself off the slate?   45 years old, a great looker with a nice figure; leave it out Mom.   Anyway, where is it you are looking at going?"

"The Dominican Republic"

I had heard of it but didn't know much about the Country itself, other than it was popular.   We had only flown from State to State; this sounded very special.

"It sounds great Mom."

"Yes ... I think it does too Jamie, and it's not as expensive as you might think.   If you don't know anything about it, check it up on the Internet; every Forum I've been into has great reports and doesn't cost the earth.   Anyway, that's my idea.   You can say no; don't be afraid to be honest with me, and! I won't mention another word."

Mom runs h! erself d own easily; I don't like how she does it and I sensed a lot of negative vibes at the tail-end of her comment; she was putting me off before 'me' got the full picture.

"Look Mom.   I think it's worth looking at.   I don't have any issues going along with you ... at all.   I have nowhere planned, and left to my own devices I will be going nowhere.   So ... your idea sounds good.   Now; do you care to expand on what the plans would be?"

It was nice to see her smile at that moment.   She looked like she was looking forward to something especially exciting; like a kid going to Disney, her eyes lit up and I felt good seeing her that way.   Then she gave me a run-through.

Her plan was fourteen days in the Dominican Republic, all inclusive, beach-resort and spa, free drinks and a lot of other stuff going on too.   It all sounded good.   Then she went into the lounge and brought back the magazine and then ! showed me some video' s from online of the actual resort she wanted to book on the PC.   By the end of it I was as much excited at the thought as she was.   Seeing her so happy, even at the thoughts, had me phoning up the agent in the brochure to get some accurate information to lead off with.

The phone call brought us both down to earth in what should have been obvious to us.   She could hear the conversation as it deflated; cost was an issue.   I didn't have enough cash, and neither did Mom.   The Representative told me about the Single-room supplements which virtually doubled the expected price.   I hung up after stopping the conversation at that point and told Mom the real cost as I had been given.   By then we had both hit a downer and we pretty much wrapped up our ideas for that night

For the next couple of weeks Mom seemed really down, it was because her idea of the vacation had been dashed.   And then one night I had a bit o! f an 'obvious- brain-storm' which came into my mind as I s! urfed th e Internet at the place where she wanted us to go.   I called into the kitchen from the lounge.

"Mom?   Hey! ... I've got an idea; there is a way we could go on vacation, but I'm not sure what you think."

  It sounded like she had dropped a plate as she rushed straight into the lounge.

"Really; how do we manage the cost?"

"Well Mom, the simplest way is to share a room and I don't think for one moment we would be the only Mother and Son who ever did it.   Think about it.   We can do that by having two singles and two singles is full occupancy ... full occupancy means the price you had when you first spoke about it is affordable."

She looked puzzled at first, even though the suggestion wasn't rocket science, then she was ecstatic.

"Oh Jamie ... You are a genius."

Yeah, right.   I was a genius of (what I thought to be) the obvious! which I had totally overlooked.

"Nah ... not really, it just makes sense if you think about it; if I was a genius I would have thought about it a darn sight earlier."   She laughed.   "You have always been a genius Jamie, and I love you to tiny pieces."

  She leaned over my chair at the PC and started hugging me and rubbing my head.

"Oh come on Mom; and I love you too, but, I'm twenty-four years old now; so leave off with the head polishing already" which made her do it more, and made her laugh.   "My son is a genius" she called out.   Then she settled a bit.

"OK Mom, now slow down. It means that you and I share the same room; think about that Mom, because it means no privacy for either of us and that needs some thought and consideration."

There was a slight pause before she answered; only a slight one.

"OK.   Figur! ed it out; the room has a bathroom to change in; it has lights! in the room at night so we have darkness, and we have our own beds.   Boy ... How much more is there to think about?   And I'm your Mom; it's not like you are sharing the room with a complete stranger ... is it?"

"Of course it isn't Mom.   Maybe I might be a bit sensitive; like imagining myself walking out of the shower and straight into the room you are sat in ... and vice-versa?   It's one bedroom Mom, that's it", she laughed at my sarcastic, yet thoughtful, comment.

"Oh come on; do you really see that to be a problem?   There would be no problem at all; but ... if you need to think about it, then ... "

I wasn't even letting her go there with the rest.

" ... Don't go there with the downers again Mom.   Do you want to do this?"

"Uh huh, yes ... I do.   Besides, you are the one who said we cannot surely be the only Mother and son to have thought to! do this; surely, we won't be the only ones to have actually done it?"

She was right (according to my logic; that is) and it was that which got me trying to find a way to do this holiday.   We could easily work around the room arrangement; I would be happy, she would be happy and so I turned to her.

"OK then."

She jumped up in the air.

"We are going to the Caribbean?"

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"Question ... no, statement ... no, wait ... both?"

It was nice to see her broad smile and to see her giddy this way.   I smiled back at her.

"OK then; I can get time out from work any time I want; I just need to make a phone call; so ... let me know the daytes to book, when you have them.  OK?"

She skipped to me and flung her arms around my neck from behind as I sat at the PC.

"Oh! baby.   You are the man.   And we are going on vacation t! ogether! "

She hugged me like an anaconda and I could hardly breathe; still, I managed to smile in front of the screen.

"Ease off on the hugs Mom; I can't breathe and you're crushing my Credit Card ... and if you dare ruffle my hair again ..." which was too late; away she went on the top of my head, messing my hair up badly as she laughed and giggled.

Three days later she told me the dates which would work for her; November 9 th through to 24 th .   I phoned the agent that night rather than book online to make sure the costing was right; and managed to actually get a discount in the process.   50/50 was the deal and Mom would pay me back when she could withdraw the cash.   Everything now settled, she sat with a face like a Cheshire Cat.

"Thank you ... thank you.   I love you so much and I know this is going to be the best vacation either of us has had.   I can't wait ... I just can't wait."

It was July of last year.   Time passes by so quickly and soon enough the day came when we found ourselves boarding the airplane for the eight hour flight and the holiday which neither of us would ever forget.

 

(continues ... )

 

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