My Child Appendages
Without further ado, I introduce to you, my right hand and my left foot.
Believe it or not, I find the idea of this quite liberating. You can’t go anywhere without your appendages, right?
If I think of my children as extensions of myself, journeying around the world with them seems obvious. OF COURSE I’m going to bring along my hands and feet. And I don’t mean to say that my children and I are one being, with a murky, mushed together identity. Realistically speaking, my right hand and my left foot are quite unique (just ask my mister, he’ll have you on the floor laughing) and most definitely have their distinguishing marks. Same with my kids. While we share similar genes and are most definitely a unit, we’re all our own people, which I believe is something that is of UTTER importance in keeping us all happy.
If I look at my children as being extensions of myself, it makes living the life I (yes, I) dream of, feel simple. The way I see it, and I’ve said it many times before, my journey can be their journey. The universe/God/whatever larger force your faith names, put these unique beings in my life and I trust that the decisions that I make will be right for us all (as long as I’m observant and open enough to see the signs). Don’t get my wrong, 100% of these decisions are and will always be, made with the interests of our children first and foremost (I believe this is just inherently part of the process). I’ve learned that young children are extremely adaptable and flexible and oh-so-open to new experiences, so at least for the foreseeable future, my idea of life works well for them.
If I see my children as being extensions of myself, all it takes is a simple recalibration, and the challenges that come along with traveling with young kids is base zero and rather than being challenging, is just normal. Sure, sometimes my right hand feels like its getting osteoarthritis and my left foot is going numb, but who said life was without growing pains?
We recently went away for two nights, ALONE, sans children. While, yes, it was everything wonderful I had hoped, it also made me realize that the things you find to be so burdensome in the moment (i.e. bedtime routines, pee stops just as you’ve embarked, the fact that you can’t go ANYWHERE without snacks stashed), are never the memories you’re left with and at the end of the day, aren’t really that annoying after all.
Being able to experience new cultures, foods, geographies, people, and places with my children, is nothing short of amazing. More than that, being able to experience these things through my children, is unlike anything else in this world.
We often wonder which, if any, of their travel experiences, will be pivotal in their lives. Will there be a hike up a desolate mountain that will inspire Denali to be mountain climber? An acrobatic show that will spark a fire in Safari to become an acrobat? Will there be a street performance that will incite a love of music? What will those moments be that will shape the adults they will become?
People often question travel with young kids because they won’t retain the memories anyway (which I’ve never vibed with – I believe, concrete memories or not – experiences impart themselves into our beings). Safari is four and a half. We took a trip through New Zealand almost exactly a year ago and just yesterday, totally unprovoked, she recalled memories of seeing two dead possums on our trip. So although I think she was subconsciously gathering information long before she stored it in her long-term memory, it’s still exciting to know that what she experiences now will be backed up by real, raw, solid memories… for a lifetime. Though, I’m not so sure what the memory of two dead possums adds up to?
My greatest hope is that their travel experiences will leave them as more balanced, open-minded, confident children and eventually, adults.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” Mark Twain
*All the my’s and I’s should be read as us’s and we’s, to include the mister, who most definitely completes our unit.