I I haven’t been on vacation with my parents since I was 18 years old. Taking a vacation with my parents as an adult has never been at the top of my to-do list. But that’s what I did this summer: I traveled with my sisters, all our children and my parents. All 11 of us.
Before Covid, I found my parents to be annoying, intimidating, and dominant, just like any other immigrant child. But when Covid came out, it changed everything. My parents have changed. I have changed.
Overcoming the long blockade in Melbourne, I have come to value spending 30 minutes with my family. Like Easter, I realized that the traditions I once wanted, such as the color of red eggs and the spit lamb, meant something.Gather with family means something.
When we were children, our parents took us on holidays every year. Sometimes I went to Australia with my cousin and several times to my parents’ hometown of Cyprus. Covid had nostalgic feelings at the time. I was anxious for a change in the scene. I had a good time with my family, caught up and enjoyed after a hellish year. Who knew what 2021 would bring?
Initially, I imagined a vacation with my sister, her partner, and my children, just as I did three years ago. Therefore, the nephew of the elementary school student was able to spend a fulfilling time with his new teenage daughter. Then I suggested mom and dad.
One of my sisters barked. “You-Do you want to go on holiday with mom and dad? You for everyone?” My other sister also made a reservation.
And they were right. I am a single mother, a black sheep, a person who has broken all the traditions and norms of what a good Greek girl should be. Still, all the instincts of my body told me that holidays may turn out to be difficult, but that’s important. We had to take this holiday.
My parents didn’t commit either.
“I will see how I feel,” Mom said.
As summer approached, we decided that it had to be somewhere close, somewhere familiar, so as not to be overwhelmed. The state border opened and closed like a boom gate on a train, and I didn’t want my family to get stuck. The Mornington Peninsula was where I used to spend my childhood on the beach. When we crossed the threshold in adulthood, it was our summer escape from the clutch of our parents and their rules.
We couldn’t agree on a date. We couldn’t agree on the number of bedrooms. Prices have skyrocketed because of Covid. At one point there were so many dramas around the holidays that I didn’t expect it to happen. But the house was found. Just in case, I prepared a spare bed for my parents.
The day before her departure, Mom changed her mind. They got off by car on the second night. I was convinced that this trip would lift my parents’ hearts. I reassured my sisters that it was only one night, but secretly my parents wanted to stay longer and my mom and dad also wanted to stay.
When we finally arrived, the house was spacious and cozy. Refrigerators were stockpiled while the kids were building the sand castle and spent the afternoon relaxing on the beach opposite our house. We were planning to make a supper – a takeaway was ordered instead. My sister and I were chatting late into the night, as we all lived at home under one roof, as we used to. It was special, beautiful, vulnerable and difficult. It was perfect.
When my parents joined us, the old boiling tension began to foam. It wasn’t long before my sisters defended our upbringing and I shook my head in both hands. But I stayed in the heat and paid attention to my words. This was important.I wanted them to understand they It is important. After all, we were together in this house. In itself, it was almost a miracle in the Covid world.
Dad started the conversation with all the smiles to go fishing with the men. He wasn’t sweating the little things today. “OK,” Mom said for the first time.
I’m good at explaining myself. Or maybe Covid has given us more empathy. The new understanding was formed like an unstable bridge, but it is still a bridge, which can develop and strengthen over time. We approached tension, discussed and resolved.
Women and children went down to the beach while men were fishing. It was a wonderful day. That night, I took out again.
My parents ended up staying for two nights. My sister loved it.
I can’t wait for Easter in the Orthodox Church this year. We don’t know who the house will be yet, but we will celebrate together with traditional bells and whistles.
That would be amazing.
Koraly Dimitriadis is a writer, poet, performer, author of Love and Fuck Poems, and Just Give Me the Pills.
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