Holidaying With Your Parents – The Truth

So you’re a twenty-something. The big blast of an all-gals holiday never really materialised, and you feel that the only chance you can grab of going away in the summer is with your mum and dad, so you may as well take it, right?
Right. But actually there’s much more weight to the decision; it’s more than just an easy way of heading off somewhere lovely for a bit of escapism, you can spend some quality, much needed time with two of the most important people in your life. 
All of my lives I have holidayed with my parents. The past three years in particular has just been the three of us, with my brother a lil too old and cool to join us 😉


  • Security + Comfort – You may be 2, you may be 12, you may be 22, when you’re with your parents, particularly in a new, perhaps foreign environment, you automatically feel safer and at ease. Can’t speak the language? No problem, mum will have a good stab at it. Group of rowdy lads on a night out? Walk beside pops. If something goes wrong, whether you forget to bring any sunglasses to a possible medical emergency, knowing they’re there with you to share in any mishaps can bring such a peace of mind.


  • You’re their child, but you’re also an adult now too. Despite them being your folks and having looked after you all your life, you are at the stage where you’re perfectly capable to live (and survive) without them. You’re growing up and need to be able to experience the good, and definitely the bad, on your own, so that you can develop as a person and adult. Sometimes it can feel like you’re only taking steps backwards, when you suddenly feel like you should ask permission to wander off on your own somewhere, or that they’re the ones doing the admin of finding flights and signing in at the hotel reception.


  • Despite childhood holidays being an absolute carefree dream, these years may just be the prime time for going away together. Mum and Dad no longer have the worry of their little tot wandering off down into a busy market, or the possible drawback of having an “under 18” when visiting certain places and trying to make the most of the amenities available. I definitely feel more independent, particularly as I wholly pay for my portion of the holiday, and am now able to share the experiences they did, (or tried to) as an adult by properly soaking up the culture and heritage of where you are staying, and being able to have meaningful conversations about the places you visit, and life in general.


  • Similar to the first Con, it can sometimes feel like your wings have been slightly clipped. You’ve headed off to uni, moved out, or even just have a 9-5 job living with a long term partner, all without the guilt of needing to be accountable to someone. Then it gets to mid-holiday, you secretly want to get a bit drunk but it’s no fun when it’s just you, and your gals aren’t there to appreciate the loud music and endless snapping of photos of one another. Their (and your!) little quirks which are funny over Skype and phonecalls end up being just a teensy bit grating when you’re with the same people day in, day out, and you begin to miss your friends back home terribly, pledging to absolutely, definitely organise a proper girls’ holiday as soon as you’re back on home turf.


  • Of course the things mentioned in the Cons above can get a little annoying, and I’m sure it’s felt by the whole party, but these feelings only really lasts for a few moments of the whole trip. You realise that these people are the ones who you can absolutely 100% be yourself around. I don’t think there’s anyone else on the planet that I can also apply that to. You can go to sunbathe without a scrap of makeup on, and if you’re not feeling particularly chatty that morning over breakfast, no sweat, they don’t mind, they’re just happy to be spending two/one-to-one time with you and sharing the excitement in how amazing the all-you-can-eat breakfast is. 

All in all, cherish your time away with your mum and dad, especially if for half the year you’re not actually in residence at the family home. I’m gonna throw the old line out there: “you never know how long you have left with them,” perhaps a slight downer to round off the post, but the experiences you share with people are the memories that are always going to last, not that perfume they bought or the chocolates you gave them.
Funnily enough, this year (2015) is gonna be the first in a while I’m not going away with them! I’m still looking forward to planning days out, but maybe this is the beginning of properly “moving on”…

So how about you? Have you been away with parents post-adolescence? How does it compare to your younger years, and did you have any holidays from hell?


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