So, I started this article intending to try to write a tale of how much kids can have a negative effect on a person’s ability to explore the world. I wanted to focus on things like how difficult it can be to even get out of the house, much less come even close to the adventures my wife and I went on during our first year of marriage (which was pre-children).
While looking for some images which might assist me in expressing this, I quickly realized that it was all a lie. Traveling with my kids is pretty darn awesome. Sure, we just don’t have the time and/or money and/or energy to spend a week at Disney World, followed by a week-long coastal trip along the East Coast, followed by two weeks in Germany (my first year as a married man), but in the past 12 months we spent over a week in San Francisco (pictured), a weekend in Las Vegas, a week in Myrtle Beach, and a weekend in Green Bay. . .
Can it get a tad more stressful and exhausting to lug around a couple of kids? Totally. My back didn’t recover from San Francisco for about a month after we returned. But, there’s something about having the opportunity to explore this world with a couple of little ones who are seeing everything for the first time that just makes things that much more fun. Sure, you have to take things a little slower, you may not get to see everything you want to see in a given location, but, that is actually probably not that bad of a thing. Heck, when we were in South Carolina this year, I actually sat around and did nothing for a day or two. That is pretty darn awesome.
I had no real intentions of complaining about traveling with kids, just intended to show how much more difficult it can be. But, the truth of the matter is, as long as you keep the kids entertained (which, to be honest, can be difficult when doing some of the more adult attractions in an area) they are generally having more fun than you. My daughter was harder to pull out of the Musee Mechanique than I was, and that place was one of things I was most excited about visiting San Francisco for.
Plus, there’s some sides of a kid that just seem to come out when on a vacation. Such as this gem, which was what I found after leaving the room for a bit on our SF vacay this year:
Or her sudden and inexplicable need to hug every post or pole she found, requiring her picture to be taken as she did so?
Or my son’s complete and utter anger and love for the ducks that hung around our temporary beach residence:
So. . . I’ve changed my mind from the original intention of this article. I’d much rather have my vacation with the kids. . . as long as there’s someone around to take them away for a few hours.
Have a good one.