I didn’t take my children to the top of the Eiffel Tower
Quell Horror! Shame on me! How cruel!
Well, you can shun me all you like, but for some strange reason, I feel justified in my decision and like all mothers I know you will agree that once you have made up your mind you feel quite compelled to stick to it.
Let’s get one thing straight, not taking my children up to the top of the Eiffel tower didn’t have anything to do with a punishment or consequence. I could never hold such a thing over my children no matter how bad they were during a holiday. This was quite different.
We had decided whilst in Paris to climb the tower and woke considerable early to set off and wait in line. The short 45 minutes we waited was nothing compared to the hours our fellow travellers waited later in the day. Mr OFT decided climbing the tower was not to his liking, so waited down on the embankment for a bit of rest in the Parisian morning sunshine.
My children and I, however, climbed the 676 stairs to the second level. It was exhilarating to see their enjoyment as we raced from one corner to the next. They soon figured out there were no more stairs, the rest was reached by elevator. We had only purchased a ticket to climb and it was extra if we wanted to get to the top.
So, was my decision an monetary one? No, not necessarily.
My decision not to take my children to the top of Eiffel tower was one of preservation. To give them a taste of what it was like to climb the tower but still have something left. I explained to them that should they wish to get to the top, the next time they visit Paris they can. Whether that be with us (as a travelling family still) or later in life as an adult of their own. Perhaps with their own partner or children. A memory they can create all on their own not having done it before.
Do you think I am mad? I don’t regret my decision and I hadn’t really thought it out at the time. It was instinctual and felt right, so I guess I was heavily guided by that.
I do hope they get to the top of the Eiffel Tower one day and that they feel a sense of accomplishment that preserving that moment was worth it.
Have you held back like this whilst travelling with your children?