First family holiday

So it’s our first ever family holiday after our camping trip. I never did finish telling you how that went.....Part 2 coming soon!  We decided to go to Centreparcs even though again I had my reservations. I thought it was another ‘camping in disguise’ holiday. If you had read my previous blogs, you will know that i’m not really a fan of camping. However, I was pleasantly surprised. We went to Longleat as we had some friends going too. Once you re-shape your mind into what a family holiday will look like, you start to relax a bit. Doing what you want when you want is a distance memory. However, it doesn't make it less enjoyable. So when you see other parents trying to keep their kids entertained at lunchtime with various books or toys, or you will suddenly see a child bolt out from set of doors, only to be rugby tackled moments later by their dad, it all becomes a familiar pattern of a family holiday. The difference between here and other places is that everyone is in the same boat, so there is no need to apologise or hang your head in shame when your child decides to wear their dinner instead of eating it. Everyone understands and has probably just gone through the same thing. 

The first day we decided to go to the water park. As it was indoors, we thought the heat would be appealing to both myself and Isaac. He seems to have inherited the African gene which has an aversion to the cold. The last couple of years of swimming lessons started to come flooding back as we did the towel dance in the changing rooms. Once Isaac was suited and booted in his armbands, we went straight in the pool. It was nice and warm for me, but probably too hot for most people. I definitely thought we could get used to this. 

We decided to go straight for the wave tunnel. The machine was charging up so It had a gently current taking you round in a loop. Isaac isn’t normally one for danger. In fact he seems to have a ‘spider-sense’ which kicks in just before he is about to try something new. However, he was grinning like a cheshire cat all the way around. "He’s loving this," I thought, so I cranked it up a notch as we went for the slides. Too much? Only time will tell. As we sat in the tunnel waiting for the lights to go green, I wasn’t sure who was more nervous. Isaac or me. This was our one chance to either embrace the adrenaline, or permanently scar my son for life.........