My husband Patrick and I took said alone vacation to Hawaii when our first child Parker was about 15 months old, and while we would probably not admit this to anyone (maybe not even to each other), we had fun. But something was missing.
“Oh sure,” you say. “You missed him like a new parent would, but you know it wouldn’t have been as much fun with him there.” Well, I’m not so sure about that.
We traveled with Parker to Michigan and to Boston for work for months at a time when he was 3 to 6 months old, and 2 ½ to 3, respectively, and we had a BLAST. In fact, I think we might have experienced, pushed ourselves, and actively engaged in “more” BECAUSE he was there.
That’s the dirty little secret; these little balls of excitement push you with their zest, their curiosity, and their love of life and all it has to offer.
But what about (as my friend Stacie and hubby call it) “Freedom Warrior” time for Mommy and Daddy? We think we’ll manage a way to find time for that too, albeit in the form of a solo surf session or beach run rather than midnight cocktails.
So, with Parker now 4 and our second child Avery now almost 15 months, we headed back to Hawaii, kids in tow, to tackle a vacation “family style.”
Were the flight and drive a barrel of laughs? Not necessarily, but the work is worth the reward.