Become a Subscriber

Search
Become a Contributor
Shop for Books by Our Contributors

Also Recommended

Global Adventure with Judith Fein and Paul Ross

Support This Site
Navigation
Powered by Squarespace
Explore
25 Van Ness 25-word essays 40 State 40 Days 99cent store Adventure Travel Africa Aging Air Saftey air travel Airline fiasco Airline Passenger Bill of Rights airline safety Airplane airplane seat selection airport fiasco Alaska all-inclusive resort American Airlines American ignorance Amish Amsterdam Amtrak anger Arab Arabia architecture Argentina Arizona arm chair travel Art Artist Asia Authentic Travel awards Backpack travel bad day baggage Bahamas Bali Balloon Festival ban whale watching Bangkok Barcelona beach being arrested Being authentic Belize Bellingham Washington belly dancing Belmont University Bhutan bicycling bike tour bikes bikes as therapy Billy the Kid bioluminescence Bird watching Birding birthday book contest Boycott Brattany Brazil Breaking news British Columbia Budget travel Buenos Aires Burma bus travel Cahokia Mounds Cairo California Cambodia Camino de Santiago Camping Canada Canadian Geese Cancer car travel Caribbean Caribbean rainforest Carnac Carnival Caving Central America Ceramics change your life Cheap travel Cheap trips cherish life Chetumal children China Christmas Christmas Day Bomber Claridges Class trip Classic Hotels claustrophobic flyer climate change coffee Colombia color contest continental airlines controversy Cook Islands Copenhagen Costa Rica courage cowboy culture Creative travel creative writing crisis Croatia Crop Circles cruise travel cruising Cuba cuisine Culinary travel Cultural travel Culture Cusco CVS cycling Czech Republic dance Death Death Valley National Park Denmark dining dining guide divorce Dominican Republic Dordogne Dubai Earthquake Easter Eco Travel eco-tourism eco-travel Ecuador Egypt elephant seal emergency preparedness England environmental commentary environmental problems Ethiopia Europe European Union excellence in travel writing expat living expats Faith falling family family resort family travel family vacation Fat Tuesday fear festival fiesta Filipino restaurant finances fitnees flight Florida Food forgetfulness forgiveness France French Camp Friendship frustrated flyer frustration gadgets Galapagos Garifuna Gaspe Peninsula Genealogy Germany Ghana gift guide Girona giveaway Glastonbury Festival global curiosity Global eating habits global nomad global warming good day Gorilla Trek Government GPS Grand Canyon grandparents Greece grief guys getaway Haiti happiness Hawaii healing healing journey hearing loss Helicopter tours hiking Historical travel Holiday Celebrations Home Honduras honeymoon horseback riding hotels How to how-to humor Hurricanes i do not love Venice i need a vacation Iceland Volcano Incas independenc India Indonesia inn reviews Inner Child Internal Reflection international marriage introvert iPhone app Ireland Islam isolation Israel Istanbul Italy Jack London Jamaica Japan JetBlue Jewish journaling Judith Fein Jules Older Kansas Karl Rove Kenya kindness of strangers land Language Las Vegas Latin America learning vacations Leukemia Library life lessons life transformation literature living abroad living like a local London Los Angeles loss Louvre at night love luxury hotels luxury travel Maine Malta Manatee Mardi Gras marriage Masonic Temple Massage Maui Maya meditation Mexico Michigan Middle East Military wedding Minnesota Missouri Molokai money Montana Monterey Moose Morocco mother's day mother-son travel motorcycle travel multigenerational vacation Music Musings Myanmar Namibia Nancy King National Prayer Day Native America nature Nepal Nevada New Mexico New Orleans New Year New York New Zealand Newfoundland Nicaragua Nigeria NNew Mexico noise Northwest Airlines Pilots Norway Nova Scotia Ohio Older parents Olive Oil Olympic Peninsula Washington orcas Oregon Orkney Islands outdoors ownership Pacific Northwest Parent's love Paris Partners Passover Paul Ross Pennsylvania personal essay Peru Pets Philippines photography contest Pilots Plane plastic plastic bags Poem Poetry police Politics Portugal postcards Pottery poverty Prague Prayer procrastination pueblo culture Puerto Rico Q&A Quebec Quito ranch vacation random acts of kindness rap song reading reasons to travel recession rejuvenation relaxation Religion Religious holidays remembering mothers Responsible travel. Sustainable travel restaurant reviews revolution River Rafting Road trip roadtrip romance romantic travel Rosemary Beach runway delay Russia Sacred Places sadness Safari sailing Samba music San Andrés de Teixido San Francisco Santa Fe Sardinia Saudi Arabia Scotland sea kayaking Sedona self discovery senior travel Serbia Shakespeare Shamanism shame Shopping short stories Sicily Siena silence Sisters ski vacation skiing Slow travel Slum Tourism Slumdog Millionaire small-group travel Soaking tub Sociology Songwriting South America South Dakota Southeast Asia soviet satellite Spa Spain spirituality Springtime SSan Francisco St. Louis St. Petersburg Standing Stones Steinbeck stress stuff happens Sumatra Summer cottage surfing surviving disaster Sushine Coast Switzerland Tacoma Taiwan Tanzania Taos Taxi Taxi Driver Tbex Texas Thailand The Netherlands the writing life Tokyo Tourism train trip Transformative travel transportation trash travel travel advice travel agents Travel Blogging travel commentary travel confession travel contest travel essay travel gear travel hassles travel humor Travel interrupted travel musings travel opinion travel photography Travel Reviews travel safe travel safety travel security travel technology travel traditions travel trends travel videos Travel with Kids Travel Writing traveling alone traveling with kids traveling with teens trekking trip to the dentist truffles TSA complaints Ttrain trip Tunisia turbulence Turkey Tuscany typhoon UFOs Uganda uncensored travel opinion UNESCO World Heritage Site Union Station United Arab Emirates United Kingdom Upstate New York Utah vacation vacation rental vacation tips Valentine's Day Vancouver Venezuela Venice Venice California Vermont Veterans Day Vietnam Vinayaka Chaturthi virtual vacation Wales Walking Washington Washington D.C. water project waves we don't care airlines weather wedding White Oaks Pottery White Sands National Monument why I fly why not to cruise why travel wildlife spotting wine Women travel workout World Festivals world peace World War I World War II writer's block Writing Yoga Yucatan Peninsula zombie boot camp
« Gypsy Memories | Main | Under the Volcanic Ash »
Monday
Apr192010

Maxx and Me: Staying afloat on a mother-son cruise

by Jan Myers

 

"You go ahead in and I'll stay on the boat and watch," I found myself telling my son, Maxx, as he jumped into the water with his snorkel gear. I had been feeling a bit anxious about my first snorkeling attempt, and as I looked at the others from our shore excursion group already looking confident in the water, I decided maybe this just wasn't for me.

Maxx and I were on a Carnival Cruise together. It was my idea to take him on a cruise for his sixteenth birthday—just the two of us on a mother-son bonding trip.  He loves to travel and since he had never been on a cruise before, he was excited. So was I.  I was hoping this trip would help clear some of the awkwardness that often sets in between moms and their teenage sons.

It's funny, but not so long ago, I was one of Maxx's favorite people.  We would spend hours building with Lincoln Logs and Lego's.  He couldn't wait to tell me all about his day at school.  He used to share his thoughts and dreams with me.  At one time, he even asked my advice regularly.  However, as parents know, life with kids is definitely a journey with many stages.   With Maxx, we are currently in the "I don't need mom for anything anymore" stage (except maybe help with homework).

In my mind, the cruise was sure to change all that.

But there I was, sitting on the side of the snorkeling excursion boat by myself while Maxx flippered away. What a metaphor for our relationship. I had to do something to add a little glue to our bond.

"Ok, I'm coming in!" I said.  Thankfully, one of the snorkel guides was nearby as I jumped in and immediately lost my snorkel. I watched it sink toward the bottom of the sea and of course, I couldn't plunge in after it with my life vest on. Quick as a fish, the guide dove down and retrieved it. Whew! How embarrassing! I was glad Maxx didn't see me do that.

I caught up with Maxx and the rest of the group gathered around a second guide who was explaining what we would see in the sea. If you have snorkeled before, you know how incredible it is when you first put your masked face into the water. It's just like looking through the glass of an aquarium filled with vibrant tropical fish.  Once I overcame my fear and awkwardness, snorkeling turned out to be our favorite part of the entire trip.

A cruise was a good choice for this bonding adventure, because I didn't have to do too much thinking. Our meals and entertainment were taken care of, so I could relax and just 'be' with my son. 

One huge plus, (and all of you with teens will understand) was that we didn't have cell phone service on the ship. That meant—no texting—a teen's primary method of communication.  So, for four whole days, I had Maxx's (nearly) undivided attention. We actually talked—out loud—in person—about all kinds of things.  At one point he even said, "It's kind of nice not having to worry about my cell phone and replying to text messages." Was I dreaming? 

We did things that Maxx would never have done with me at home, like attending shows.  He said he really enjoyed the Vegas-style evening entertainment.  No doubt, the scantily clad female dancers helped hold his attention. 

During the shore excursions, we strolled the streets in Key West on the Taste of Key West tour. And, in Cozumel, we ventured beyond the touristy dock area to explore a truer side of the Mexican city. We wanted to get beyond the falseness and see what the facade was hiding. 

Amazingly, less than half a block from the glitzy dock, we found a more realistic picture.  We met an old woman on the street selling chicken tortillas for 50 cents, so we each bought one. We asked her if she had been busy that day. She hadn't, even though thousands of people had disembarked from the docked ships just a block away.

A few paces farther down the street, we stopped into a market for a Pepsi. I asked the clerk if they saw many of the cruise ship guests. She said that hardly anyone ever walked over to her street.  Maxx and I found it hard to believe because it was just a five-minute walk from the docks.   We both felt good about that half hour spent interacting with the locals in Cozumel. 

Just like our little foray in the Cozumel port to find some deeper truth, sometimes you have to move beyond your own comfort zone with your kids to find that deeper connection with them. 

Did the cruise change the fact that I feel Maxx doesn’t need me anymore?  Not exactly.  But I think we both found a new appreciation of and respect for each other. As parents, we can enjoy these evolving relationships with our kids as long as we are willing to move beyond the past and go with the flow. And sometimes you actually have to jump in the water.    

 

-Jan Myers is a writer in Ohio. She is the mother of Maxx, age 16 and Maggie, age 11. She writes about parenting, travel, spirituality and life's journeys.  Her articles have appeared in Columbus Parent magazine, Over the Back Fence magazine, Country Living magazine, Ohio's Amish Country and numerous newspapers.  Visit Jan on the web at www.MyLifeTransformations.com.

 

 

 

PrintView Printer Friendly Version

EmailEmail Article to Friend

Reader Comments (3)

i would love to know maxx's POV on the cruise......good work, jan.

April 21, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterjudie

What a great little story. Inspiring to all moms with teenage boys. It sounds like quite and adventure. The story was well executed. Two thumbs up!

April 23, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBob McKenna

Loved this article, even though it made me kind of sad.

I can identify with many of your comments (had them all with my oldest son, Cody, and still do!).

But it does make me appreciate my huge conversations with my 9 year-old son, Miles right now. Reminds me to realize that those will be gone soon, too.

April 26, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBwilliamson

PostPost a New Comment

Enter your information below to add a new comment.
Author Email (optional):
Author URL (optional):
Post:
 
Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...