Pity Me; I'm at the Beach

I'm on vacation. It's the kind of vacation people dream about; a beach front, floor to ceiling window house with family, good food and wine, and the sound of the ocean waves with you 24/7. I get to go on these cool vacations a lot, so I'm a little used to vacationing a la awesome.

So naturally, I am sitting here staring out at the beautiful ocean this evening crying and feeling pathetically sorry for myself.

Little Bug caught "something" a couple days ago and has been battling a high fever for the past 36 hours. He has been out of sorts and uncomfortable. I missed an all-day deep sea fishing trip yesterday to stay home with him, and today, after spending a few hours in the local clinic, I am spending the evening here alone while the rest of the family took a fantastic drive down the coast to go crabbing and enjoy some clam chowder. I've been looking forward to these activities for a long time. I'm not the kind of person who likes to spend their vacations sitting around and vegging. I like to do something, explore, experience, enjoy.

Appa half-heartedly offered to stay back this afternoon, but as much as it bums me out to miss these activities, it would really, really bum him out. So I am taking one for the team....one or two or three.

But yeah, once the cars drove off, I started to cry. How unfair it is that I don't get to go do all the things other people do, how I don't get to enjoy my vacation the way I wanted to, etc.

Then I told myself to shut the hell up.

How many people would kill to get on a plane and go on a vacation, let alone to the paradise I'm typing from? How many people would love to be able to spend the evenings in the bosom of their (functional and loving) extended family for a whole week? How many people are desperate to be able to spend hours and days nursing their babies when they don't feel well?

As I sat watching the sun reflect off the waves and listening to my baby take comfort in my presence, I remembered that I am so lucky. Not just about the vacation, but lucky that I am a mother. Being a mom is full of sacrifices, and some of those might just be crabbing and deep sea fishing and a carefree vacation, but would I sacrifice being a mother for those activities?

Not a chance.

So, am I bummed, yes. Do I regret my "plight?"

No. Besides, the view really is to die for.