Punta Mom

Punta Mom

In preparation for a recent trip to Punta Cana for my oldest daughter’s final high school spring break, I was, what my daughter now refers to as, Kentucky Mom.  So, who is Kentucky Mom?  She is the mom who holds it down at home and at work, to varying degrees of success.  Prior to spring break, Kentucky Mom was not successful on either front.

As the time for departure approached, Kentucky Mom felt completely overwhelmed and frazzled by both the day-to-day tasks and the travel related tasks that still needed to be completed.  I was not feeling my best physically or emotionally, which translated into not being at my best at home or at work.  Kentucky Mom was in need of a vacation in more ways than one.

As soon as I arrived home from work, which marked the official start of vacation, I gradually began to feel the relief that vacation was dangling in front of me like a coveted prize, and I was ready to grab it with both hands and not let go.  As I began to distance myself physically and emotionally from the stressors of every day life, my oldest daughter proclaimed, Kentucky Mom is gone.  It’s Punta Mom!  With this pronouncement, Punta Mom arrived to get the vacation started and to hit the reset button for Kentucky Mom by returning to the basics and a few not so basic things.

Punta Mom slept . . .a lot.  On the first night in Punta Cana, while other people were out enjoying the nightlife, I was in bed by 9 p.m. and slept for 11 hours.  That is the amount of sleep Kentucky Mom gets in about three nights.  I did not even realize how tired I was, because I have been exhausted for the better part of the last decade.  It had become normal for me, so, I did not realize the value of being well-rested.  I do now, though, and Kentucky Mom has embraced the importance of a bedtime ritual and a good night’s sleep.

Punta Mom read books.  I really do love to read, but I find myself distracted from the pages of a good book by the trappings of mindless television viewing, social media, and household chores.  Punta Mom finished two books and started a third one, and Kentucky Mom rediscovered the simple pleasure of getting lost in a story.  I have turned more pages since returning home and will continue to do so.

Punta Mom went zip lining for the first time.  I have a laundry list of activities that I have always wanted to try, but that I never actually get around to doing for a number of reasons.  Thanks to Punta Mom, though, I shelved my initial fears and soared through the mountainside and jungle, and with that daring feat, I felt my spirits soar even higher than I did.  Kentucky Mom is now re-examining her list of Things I’ve Always Wanted to Do, But Never Tried and making it a priority to check off more of those items.

Punta Mom relaxed . . . to the max.  Multiple walks on the beach each day, reading, soaking up the sun on the beach and by the pool, enjoying a variety of delicious foods and drinks, being fully engaged in conversations, sleeping soundly, and getting a massage provided Kentucky Mom with the opportunity to regroup on every level. Kentucky Mom may not be able to take daily walks on the beach, but I can incorporate relaxing and pleasurable experiences into my daily life.

Punta Mom left work at work.  Punta Mom did not pack her work phone or laptop, which caused Kentucky Mom to feel a bit anxious at first, but then, she forgot all about it.  The world did not end, and it was business as usual thousands of miles away.  Unfortunately, Kentucky Mom is not independently wealthy at this time, so, a return to work is required.  That said, Punta Mom reminded Kentucky Mom that work is a part of my life, but it is not my entire life.

Spring break has ended, but Punta Mom sent Kentucky Mom home with a renewed sense of self, a head and a heart full of priceless memories, and a commitment to creating a life that is lived with intention and purpose.  So, am I Punta Mom or Kentucky Mom?  I am both actually, as I embody the spirit of Punta Mom and the practicality of Kentucky Mom. They balance one another out and can co-exist peacefully, and that is the best of both worlds. Two moms are better than one in this case.

That’s anther story . . .



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