My son is finishing up elementary school this week and moving up to the middle school grades starting this fall.
After attending a little school graduation ceremony this morning, I thought of all the times that travel with him as a younger kid was, well, not always the joy of joys.
Yes, the little ones are cute with their sense of wonder at experiences that we take for granted, but my own opportunities to savor new places are somewhat stunted by the need to change diapers, find food that isn’t “icky” and keep their grubby fingers off of museum statues and out of hotel room power outlets.
I do a lot better when my kids become ‘tweens and teens – we can talk about history and art and food and music and their responses are somewhat more intelligible and interesting than they were at age 3.
My son was not as easy a traveler as my daughter was in the early years….I mean, I’d tell her “No” and she’d usually listen, but my son seemed to need a lot more, er, multiple repetition and drastic threats.
Suddenly, though, when he hit about age 9 or 10, we went together on a press trip to Hawaii where I was covering family travel, and he was a champ. Considerate, polite, ate at least one bite of everything (even poke, a raw fish salad that I love) and I realized that travel with him was delightful.
This was not an adjective I’d previously used a whole lot with him while on the road.
So, to parents of young ones out there who wonder when they’re going to get a “normal” travel life back – let me assure you that it takes a few years, and you’ll have to scale back expectations for awhile, but it WILL happen.
Meantime, do not stop traveling. It all adds up and (most of) the aggravation is worth it….especially when your kid opens up his/her school social studies textbook, sees a photo of Notre Dame and says, “Hey, I’ve been there!”
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I’m with you Sheila. The toddler years were a complete nightmare (which is why I cringe when people say they want to go backpacking around the world with one), but it got steadily easier after that. Now my 10-year-old is mostly a joy to travel with. Adjustments still, but ten times easier. Plus she speaks better Spanish than me now, which also helps in Latin America…
Right. Backpack around the world with a toddler. Um, not me. 10 is a wonderful age (and hurray for the language bonus, too!)