I have heard a number of parents say that there is a moment where their child walked through a metaphorical door – a time when they suddenly shed the struggles that mark the young years of childhood and the day-to-day got a bit easier. Some days I feel like that door is in sight.
Bermuda can be summarized in one word: beautiful. Here, pink sand beaches meet the brightest blue water you’ve ever seen. People are beyond friendly and helpful, eager to chat and lend a hand to the obvious visitors. The buildings are colourfully painted and, while the island has been largely developed, it is a pleasant place to explore with a wild coastline and wonderful greenery gracing the roads.
For those parents who want to venture off the beaten track, many of the risks are the same as if there were no children involved, except that where there are children involved, everything gets a bit more sensitive to talk about.
Seven years ago I met a couple camping on the island of Tortola, in the British Virgin Islands, with their three-year-old. It sparked the idea that as parents we could venture off the beaten track with our kids – something I hadn’t really encountered personally before. That spark of an idea has come to fruition in our own journey as parents. Here’s that story.
