How the story ends…
If you were following our adventure, you may have been left wondering “Why did the posts stop all of a sudden?”. To you, the reader and follower… I apologize for leaving you like that. The reality is, I didn’t know how to write about what happened after we got to BC. I didn’t know how to write about the ending of our adventure.
For me personally, I had hoped that this blog would serve many years from now as a way for my kids to remember the adventures they had travelling around the world with their parents. I shared our adventures with you, the reader… but what was written was carefully curated. I wrote the memories that I wanted my kids to have from this adventure. I didn’t tell the whole story here.
My Facebook “Memories” today, reminded me that four years ago today – was the Monday of March Break in 2015. I received a phone call that Monday morning, that left me gutted and shattered.
My huge heart broke and turned to stone that day as I listened to the accusations that were made of me in that phone call. What my family and I endured that week was neither fair nor just. One person was responsible for what my family went through that week, but for me – it felt as though the town that I had given so much to, over so many years – had done this to us… because no one cared enough – or had the courage to step up and stop it. I knew deep down, that day… that we had no community in the place we were living. And while we were already planning our “adventure”, what that adventure was about changed for me that day. The super-human energy that it took to do everything that was required over the following year and a half until we left, came from “I must get my family away from this &*%$ing town.”
In hindsight… I’m not sure that I would have had the strength or energy to do everything that was required to get us out of there if that terrible phone call hadn’t happened. I’m not quite to the point where I am grateful for that call, but I do see it as necessary catalyst. Was my own reaction fair and just? Absolutely not. None of us think clearly when our hearts are broken. A saint can turn into a monster when their identity or family is threatened or harmed. I don’t even recognize what I turned into as a result of that call. And yet… there was a tiny, tiny part of my that still had some hope that through this adventure, we would find community… and that we would find and see the decency in humanity. It was that tiny, tiny part of me that I called on each time I sat down to write this blog. I’m grateful for the grace that allowed that tiny, tiny part of me to remain. I hope my kids do have some amazing memories when they look back on their travels. They both grew, matured and developed into more amazing human beings through that trip. I am so proud of both of them.
But as I said before, the blog didn’t tell the whole story… and the blog abruptly stopped when we were in BC… because Marcus and my marriage hit the point of no return there. Our marriage (for me) progressively had been unraveling from the moment that phone rang on Monday March 16th, 2015. The traveling didn’t destroy our marriage. It just amplified the problems that were there, to the point where they could no longer be ignored. When we returned to Ontario, we went our separate ways… and our family needed our privacy to sort through all there was to sort through during that time.
So, if the adventure started on March 16th, the year before we left, I am going to declare that it “finished” on March 16th the year after we returned. There is a book still to be written about that adventure – the story that wasn’t told in this blog. I’m looking forward to writing that story… because it does have a beautiful and happy ending. But how I’ll end the “blog” is by going back what Marcus and I wanted out kids to get out of this trip.
By the end of this journey, we want our children to:
- Recognize that the world is a beautiful place, full of wonders and people who are worth their respect and worth protecting.
- Appreciate that there are many different ways to live, learn and earn.
- Recognize that dreams are worth pursuing.
- Be able to communicate with others in a variety of meaningful ways.
- Know that the most valuable “stuff” in life, is the stuff that is inside them.
- Identify the things that spark their own curiosity, wonder and passion.
- Know that whatever life throws their way, they have it in them to handle it and that when they can’t handle it – there will be people who can and will help them.
Did our kids get these things? Absolutely. I am so proud of who my kids grew into through this adventure. Everything – ALL OF IT – was all 100% worth it.
About the Author
Professionally, I am an e-learning instructional designer who breaks down the barriers of space and time in learning. Personally, I'm the Mom in the Little-Green Family, and co-planner in our adventures.