And to some respect- I still do.
You all know what I mean, traveling with children (the extra small ones especially) is not exactly easy. And unfortunately while I would love to toot the Babierge horn, there is no sort of child convenience rental system up here in the Upper Penninsula (where I’ve been posting from all week)- though I wish there was.
Fortunately for now, I am becoming old hat at it. I am smart enough to know that purchasing my lightweight airport stroller means I was out $90, but I am no longer trying to juggle my purse with my child with his diaper backpack and whatever other miscellaneous things (especially since JL seems to think he is a daredevil and enjoys throwing his head backwards hoping for a flip (guessing since he hasn’t explained that portion of events to me yet)). I know that if I’m traveling with husband then I will at least get some reprieve on the plane in terms of him on my lap, BUT there will be no space for us to both have a drink (alcoholic or non) on our trays since my 1 year old the size of a 3 year old has zero interest in being still. (That in itself is its own fun problem since it because he’s larger than your average one year old people assume his level should be that of his size, not his age. So when he’s doing his baby babbling he sometimes gets a raised eyebrow of confusion).
Back to the moral of the story here- while traveling with a child is by no means easy. It should absolutely be done. If you put aside the thought that you are on an actual vacation and you will not be living it up the same way you once did – lazy sunbathing by the lake, beverage in hand with not a care in the world, you can start to appreciate it in a different way. I picked up on this last year when I tried this trek with a 4 week old. So my “vacation” was more akin to me being trapped under my firstborn wondering if I would ever leave the couch or be more than a feedbag to this little one. This year JL is a big boy now (or so we tell him) and we liked to think of this vacation as a vacation from work (though I did set up a hot spot and get in a good 3-4 hours a day) and time to spend with family. I was able to really sit down and be with JL and be the stay at home mama that I fantasize about being sometimes. We got to practice his walking skills and give him the encouragement he needed on that front. We did some time in the lake so he could show his great grandfather that he too had been in the depths of Lake Michigamme, and of course so he could splash around and tire himself out.
Was it a true vacation for me and my husband? I don’t know that I would go that far. But a vacation in the traditional observance of the word. It was a departure from the norm that we were used to. From busy schedules and shuttling JL all over. But sometimes you just need that time to be out of your normal space to enjoy life and the people you’re traveling this life with. So if you’re debating on taking that vacation, do it. You’ll come home with an enormous pile of laundry and a deep desire for a 2-10 hour nap, but you’ll also have a set of memories that make it all worthwhile.