Ever since our first family trip with our five-month old son, I have, for the most part, enjoyed travelling with our children. ‘Well I should hope so’, you’re thinking, ‘you have a travelling with kids blog, don’t you?’ That’s certainly true.
I may not have enjoyed the tiredness & jet lag (affecting one and not the other), the sick days, early nights, or the occasional tantrums (surprisingly, there weren’t that many, or I’ve purged them from my memory) from time to time, but that’s pretty par for the course. Such situations can also happen to any traveller, even without kids in tow.
But what’s struck me as our children have gotten older is how much I really, genuinely enjoy travelling with them. They are keen, interested travellers. They enjoy travelling to new places, meeting new people, and having new experiences. We were thinking of buying them a tablet holder for car journeys, but they’re not interested in their tablet whilst travelling, which I absolutely love. They’re more interested in their surroundings and the people they meet.
Our children have brought value to our family’s holiday experience; forcing a slower pace at times (unless running through DisneyWorld), showing interest in unexpected things that had escaped my notice, and feeling pure joy in the moment.
This is the real beauty of travelling with your children, as a family.
A recent solo trip has brought this home to me in a profound way. I keep thinking about how much they’d love where I am and what I’m doing, and how much I miss their presence and desire to ‘go there, do this, see that.’
Now that they’re in their teens, these opportunities are increasingly precious.
I plan to make the most of them.
Photo Credit: S. Laroye