I’ve learned a lot over the past eight years, first through traveling with my wife, then with my daughter, and now as a family of four. It’s easy to blog about the great experiences and make everything sound hunky dory, but I’ve long wanted to write a series talking about the real experience of traveling together as a family. Hope you enjoy Part I: The Glue.
Family travel sometimes feels like a chaotic ballet. When you’re firing on all cylinders, everything falls beautifully in place and you navigate through airports, foreign cities, and tourist sites like you’re floating on air.
When things go badly, your family comes crashing down (sometimes literally!) and you ask yourself if the chaos and stress justifies the final product. I’ve rocked crying babies to sleep in airplane lavatories, pushed strollers in circles around hotel rooms, and taken my fair share of walks with toddlers outside of restaurants.
But the cold, hard, reality is that traveling with children really multiplies the amount of parenting you have to do. Travel can be stressful enough without the kids – I remember some dicey moments on our honeymoon!
That’s why none of this would be possible without The Glue, aka my wife. I like to think of myself as a fairly involved dad, but even with that caveat I recognize our family would be completely lost without her. Let me count the ways.