My son just turned one about a month ago and I am happy to announce that I have kept my promise. In this first amazing year of his life he has been to IL, IN, OH, PA, WV, VA, IA, FL, DE, MD, and DC in the US, and England and Scotland in the UK. He has traveled by car, bus, train, plane, and bike. Has it always been easy? No. Have there been times that I wished I had not left my house? Never!
Just like parenting, traveling with a child is a lesson in patience and flexibility. There is no more waking up 20 minutes before having to head out the door to the airport, or choosing a flight based solely on price. Flights are often chosen based on nap times and the ability to have at least an hour before heading out the door to leave for said flight. Metro trips involve me attempting to stop my son from licking every germ ridden pole, seat, wall, and person in sight; and sadly no longer involve me zoning out listening to music (or pretending to so I can eavesdrop on the juicy conversation going on next to me). Twelve-hour drives are broken up based on nap times as well as eating, changing, and temperament check times. Biking…well we are still trying to figure that one out!
Traveling with my son has allowed me to see the world in a different light. Sometimes all you need is a duck to chase around a park, or a coaster to toss around at a pub, to have a good time. Traveling with my child has also made me realize how good I had it before, and how truly amazing I have it now!