Sunday, July 17, 2011

This Will Make You Stronger, Son

Stormboy and I arrived in Launceston, Tasmania, after a true red-eye from Perth. We hadn't slept at all on Sunday night; well I think he may have slept between three and five before Melbourne - but I know I didn't. At Tullamarine airport I gathered our luggage in a circle around us, set up the laptop on a stainless steel bench, read my paper out loud to my son, accepted his critique and revised my powerpoints. He checked his face book. All around us people were  looking at their screens. I pointed out the orthodox Jews lining up for Los Angeles, the Somalian families heading for Adelaide, the Maori man in his sharp suit and white shoes in the London queue. A whitebread Albany boy is Stormboy and his eyes were widened that night.

We staggered into the backpackers in Launceston and learned that we couldn't check in before two in the afternoon. This was the point where I pulled the overtired parent role - pointing out that my child hadn't slept for days and all we needed was two beds and some doonas. Like. Now. The Arthouse Backpacker staff are super cool and make up their own rules and we got a bed within minutes.

We found the supermarket after a beannied adventure and trudged to the backpackers through howling rain and other rhetoric, carrying bags full of food and shampoo. "This reminds me of Dunedin," Stormboy grumbled. He was close to fainting from lack of sleep. Only the thought of climbing through the abandoned gasworks building kept him awake. "Walking through a strange, cold town, carrying food and having no home because my Mum's got a university agenda. Dunedin.Tasmania. Yay. Go Mum."

9 comments:

  1. I live vicariously. Thank you, Sarah. Thank you, Storm Boy.

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  2. See what I put these kids through?! One day they will understand.

    But still ... Stormboy took me through the the old steam train workshop in the UTAS musem and made ME listen.

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  3. It's funny actually. The title of this post reminds me of the stories I've told about my dad and me ... him working me through whitewater rapids and bicycle odyssesies.

    My journey with Pearlie and Stormboy has been something quite different: airports, cold, alien country, road trips.

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  4. All good training in regards to Stormboy's future and the family traditions that he may choose to pass on or not :)

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  5. Lennon was right perhaps, life is what happens when you're making other plans.

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  6. This will never be erased from the boy's memory - long after you are gone. It's all god. X

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  7. I am so glad that there are still some real parents out there. When did anyone learn anything by being comfortable? Stormboy is lucky, but as you say, he may not get it till later.

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  8. Sarah toa you have turned me into a blog junkie - so now I have this blog site and I don't know how to use it - and no time to anyway, but it's all too bad cause i'm hooked!
    I can't wait til you finish your Phd.

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  9. Thanks for your comments. LisaJ if you are hooked you will always find the time, when supposed to be doing something else! At least that is mine own MO. Thanks for dropping in.

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