When I tell people I’m going on a spring vacation to Hawaii, the first thing they usually say is, “Are you bringing the kids?” I’ll respond with an excited, “Heck yeah!” and sometimes they give me a wide-eyed look in return, sometimes they tell me I’m crazy, and every once in a while someone will agree that that sounds like fun.
Sure, traveling with kids isn’t necessarily easy, especially when it involves a nearly 6 hour flight with a wiggly 17 month old and a 3 year old. But the truth is that I couldn’t imagine it any other way. While Andy & I hopefully have decades ahead of us to take romantic vacations together, the time that we have with our kids while they are little and cuddly and genuinely wanting to be with us is fleeting. Besides, I want them to see the world as much as I want to see it, if not more.
I want to witness the excitement in their eyes when the plane takes off.
I want to see their reaction to experiencing the ocean for the first time.
I want to build unforgettable family memories that will live on long after Andy & I are gone.
I want our travels to be part of the legacy I leave behind with them. Even if it is just one short trip each year.
So yeah, maybe I’m crazy because I don’t want a vacation from my children, I want a vacation with my children. But seriously, how could I ever leave these precious faces behind?
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