Traveling with kids is one of those things that's way better in theory. Like going to the beach with infants — two cups of digested sand later, you wonder who thought this was a good idea.
So as I packed up my family this year to go on our first big vacation with our newest addition (our now almost 1-year-old son), all the craziness of trying to pack and travel with a baby came flooding back to me.
First, there's the packing. Oh, the packing. How can such a small little human need so much stuff? And of course, I have to pack as if we will be miles away from civilization where no one has heard of diapers or baby food. We were, after all, headed to the exotically remote destination of Orlando. (That's right, we're taking a 1-year-old to a theme park, so you know you'll be hearing about that experience soon, assuming, of course, I live to tell the tale.)
But I digress. Back to the packing. As I loaded up every bottle, spoon, diaper, piece of clothing and toy the baby could possibly need for a weeklong excursion, I decided to focus on the good aspects of traveling with children.
Here's what I've got:
And really, that's what any trip with my family should be about. It's the time spent together that makes any trips with small children worth it. No, they won't remember most of it. They will never have any idea the amount of time that went into my Tetris-worthy packing job or the planning that went into coordinating a fun-filled week away.
I hope, deep down, they remember the feeling of being on an adventure together. The packing will end. The sand will pass. And hopefully what will be left is the memory of choosing to spend a few days together, seeking each other's company and getting to know these little humans a little bit better.