We travel now back to 2013, the year my younger offspring turned 21. I have two children. ThirtiesGirl should now really be called ThirtiesWoman. She now lives in Qld with her husband and three children. In 2012-12, she was TwentiesGirl, and had just birthed her first baby, FirstGrandson. My younger offspring is ThirtiesPerson, then called TwentiesPerson. They are non-binary, and have autism, a mild intellectual impairment, hearing impairment, and are non-speaking and non-binary. They identify as female/mermaid. There are no pronouns for mermaids. I arbitrarily chose ‘they/them’ for their pronouns.
Let me set the scene in 2012. TwentiesGirl moved out of home to live with her boyfriend, CarMan. She fell pregnant to him, and was sailing through the year as an ever-increasing watermelon shape, and young mum-to-be. TwentiesPerson was in a day programme with Interchange Outer East. PizzaBoy is my husband, but not the father of my children. He came on the scene in 2008, and we married in 2010. He is Canadian.
TwentiesGirl proposes that we take TwentiesPerson to the Gold Coast theme parks for their 21st birthday. Her not-so-hidden agenda – she loved the theme parks, and Queensland.
We booked the flights. Not only are we all going, but CarMan and CarMan’s younger brother, too. It’s very hard to book a ticket for a baby that’s not born yet, but will be four months old when we travel.
TwentiesPerson is excited. We are all excited.
2013: TwentiesPerson is about to turn 21. The baby was born FirstGrandson was four months old. TwentiesGirl and CarMan had some relationship trouble and were temporarily separated. So CarMan and CarMan’s brother didn’t come along.
So, our merry band of me, PizzaBoy, the two Twenties, and FirstGrandson shuffled off to the Gold Coast via a very crowded Jetstar flight. FG grandson cried all the way there, endearing him to no one. I spent considerable time rocking and jiggling him while standing near the toilet. Fun times.
We stayed at the SeaWorld Resort, formerly Nara Resort, and I’d brought our GPS along with us. I kept telling it to find Nara Resort. It had never heard of it. It refused to believe we were in Queensland, and instead kept trying to put us on various freeways to begin the long drive home to Melbourne. Stupid machine!
What we didn’t know was that TwentiesPerson (non-speaking, remember?) had fixated on Movie World as their destination. Therefore, we started with DreamWorld. This one was for me. I wanted a white tiger encounter. I was going to get it, come hell or high water. No babies allowed into tiger encounters, though. Too tempting as a mid-morning snack, I guess. So PizzaBoy waited outside with FG, and the Twenties and I did the encounter. TwentiesPerson was NOT impressed, or happy. They did not want a tiger. However, they obediently patted the tiger. The photo I have shows TwentiesPerson stationed at the enormous white tiger’s head, looking worried, and patting her shoulder, TwentiesGirl in the middle, patting its back, and looking happy, and me at the far end, smiling, but…why am I holding up the tiger’s tail like I’m about to give it rectal exam? And this was the best pic out the whole lot.
(I won’t post pics here, as TP and TW deserve their privacy.)
TwentiesGirl took their sibling on a ride. The photo showed TG having the time of their life, whooshing down a steep slope at speed, and TP hiding on the floor. TP didn’t want any more rides after that.
What I remember mostly about that day was the beautiful sunshine, the shitty food, and TG taking FirstGrandson to meet Cookie Monster, and of course, at four months, FG not having a clue what he was looking at.
The next day was Sea World. At least it was lovely and close to our hotel. FirstGrandson needed a quiet day, so PizzaBoy sat with him, while TG and I did the rounds of the theme park. We did a dolphin encounter that morning, standing waist deep in cool water, while a dolphin cruised past us multiple times. The dolphin looked like steel, rubber, a slick surface, plastic, and there was no heat coming off it, which startled me. I thought all living things gave off heat. Dolphins are presented as friendly, familiar creatures, but I knew I was in the presence of Mystery, of something alien and unknowable.
In the afternoon. TG stayed with FG, and PizzaBoy and I took TwentiesPerson into SeaWorld. I had pre-arranged and pre-paid for a special needs dolphin encounter. TP loved marine creatures, and used to identify as a sea turtle, and a dolphin. I thought this would be up their alley. Readers, it was not up their alley. They came out of the changerooms holding their wetsuit and shaking their head. By then, I was feeling pretty special needs myself, so I donned a wetsuit, and PizzaBoy and I did the dolphin encounter. TwentiesPerson laughed as the instructor showed them how to issue commands for the dolphin to splash us. They threw a ball for the dolphin. But no way would they touch it, or get in the water. Sometimes, it’s wise not to push matters, and I just let things be on this occasion. They were happy at a distance. So be it.
The next day was TwentiesPerson’s actual birthday, and we’d arranged to spend it in northern New South Wales, in Murwillumbah, visiting my best friend, SnakyPoet. The plan: drive to Murwillumbah, order pizza for lunch, celebrate TP’s birthday, hang out, drive back to Sea World Resort. What actually happened: got lost twice in the New South Wales hinterland and had to stop for roadside banana sustenance; FirstGrandson got shitty in the car and grizzled for many kilometres; the pizza shop was closed so we took ourselves to a fancy organic eatery halfway up Mt Wollumbin(formerly known as Mt Warning). Let’s see – TwentiesGirl was overwrought and could barely eat for trying to get her baby to settle. I ordered TwentiesPerson a Vegemite sandwich and a lemonade and what came out was a vegetable sandwich on (according to TP) horrid, horrid organic crusty seeded bread, and awful homemade cloudy lemonade. What they wanted was supermarket white bread and Sprite. They eventually ended up with a cheese sandwich on white, and water. Here kid, have bread and water for your birthday.
For the rest of us, the food was delicious, and we had a lovely afternoon. Late in the day, I took FirstGrandson for a long, screamy walk through the lemon orchard, where he could yell all he liked, and it wouldn’t seem so loud. They sank into an exhausted, sweaty sleep just as we left, and the car drive home was peaceful until we got stuck in Gold Coast peak hour traffic, and FG woke up again to let us know that his world was Not Right. Well, that’s what young babies do.
Finally, we got to Movie World. This was what TP had been waiting for, we now understood. They got inside and headed straight for a tshirt emporium. They bought 3 tees and that was it, they were done.
You mean I could have gotten them to shop online and saved all this money and hassle. Fucking fuck fuck.
Oh well. I was determined that we were going to get our money’s worth, so we loped around Movie World. TG tried a couple of rides, and TP opted for the toddler’s carousel in the little kids’ playground. A 6′ tall person with a five o’clock shadow on a pink prancing pony, knees up around their ears, smiling fit to be tied. The carousel carnie looked doubtful.
“Look, just let them do it. It’s the only thing they’ve liked in five days, and I’m done.”
I considered abandoning my family and walking away into the crowd, to start a new life elsewhere. But, mother guilt, so we all endured the rest of the day, and were glad to fly home the next.
Did we have fun? Moments of. Would we do it again? Fuck no.