By Erika Rizkallah
All I wanted for my 50th birthday was a trip to Hawaii so I could visit Volcanoes National Park and walk the rim of a volcano. When I expressed the desire to my family, everyone was excited — except for my son.
“Nope. I’m not going.” he said.
“What? Why? It’s my birthday trip.”
“I’ll stay home then, you go have fun.”
I pressed him for a reason and he said, “Lava. I’m never going anyplace that has volcanoes.”
I begged, I badgered and I even taunted him. “You’re being ridiculous. You’re more likely to get injured in a car accident.” I said.
He wouldn’t budge.
“What are the odds of a volcanic eruption happening WHILE WE’RE THERE?” I shouted.
He stood firm and after a few days I let it go. I don’t usually let our kids dictate vacation plans but I could see he was seriously anxious and I didn’t want to argue. Then oddly, I lost all desire for my Hawaii trip.
Imagine my wonder and surprise when Mount Kilauea erupted during the week we’d planned to go!