I’m the parent who gets to go, always. My husband works insane hours, so that means that when one of the children (usually Ella) has a trip, it’s me who gets to go. San Antonio, Los Angeles, Nashville, Louisville, Atlanta, St Louis, etc.; he stays home while I hop on a plan or take an epic road trip across the country with our child(ren). This summer it’s going to be different.
Ella will be in Venice Beach later this month for a skating competition, and her soon-to-be-16 year-old brother, Lincoln, is going with her….. So is their dad.
When I first suggested it to him in April, he was absolutely against it. He had no interest in going to LA, and he was happy to stay comfortably at home. As the date for them to leave gets closer, he’s starting to sing a slightly different tune. He’s actually getting excited to go. If you know him, you know that’s a huge thing.
They’ve decided to go to DisneyLand while they’re out there. None of them have ever been, and I’ve made them all to take lots of pictures. I know them, so I expect that they will take maybe five pictures between the three of them. I’m letting go and deciding that that’s okay, that life should be lived, it doesn’t have to be documented.
Ella is already planning to take them both to her favorite food joint by the beach (the Cairo Cowboy, baby!) and to teach her dad our methods for finding old and funky churches for Sunday Mass. Lincoln is excited for the adventure, and my husband is excited to just get to be their dad.
I often wish that we had the time, money, and resources for big family vacations together, but we just don’t. (One day of Disney for our family is close to $1000 just for tickets.) Instead we’re finding a lot of joy in these mini-vacations with just a couple of the children at a time. I think it’s something we will be planning for the next few years, and hopefully a few of them won’t revolve around basketball or skating contests.
We want to show our kids the world and let them see what is out there, but that can be hard when there are so many kids and a dad with a busy schedule. Taking turns is working for us right now, and this time it’s his turn to go. I’ll be right here when he gets back – eager for the stories and the sad five little pictures that they will have taken along the way.
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