Travel is the measure of people among distant geographical spaces. Trips can be made on foot, by bike, by car, by train, by boat, by bus, by plane, by boat or other, with or without luggage, and can be one way or return. Travel may also embrace moderately short breaks among sequential movements.
Reasons for travel include recreation, tourism or vacations, research, information gathering, visiting people, volunteer trips to charity, migration to begin life elsewhere, religious pilgrimages and missionary travel, business travel, commerce, travel, etc. to obtain health care, to go to war or to flee a war or for the pleasure of traveling. Travelers can use human-powered transportation such as walking or cycling; or vehicles, such as public transport, automobiles, trains and airplanes.
There was not a moment. There is not a moment in my life where I thought, “I’m going to be a traveler”. I have always traveled in one form or another. Usually it was in New Hampshire for our annual family summer vacation when I was a kid. Later, it would be a college trip or a car trip with my husband. Nothing extraordinary, nothing magical. Just the normal types of travel you do while growing up.
Oh, but there was this trip to Mexico when I was 16 years old. This has certainly created a spark.
And then this trip to the Dominican Republic when I was 17 years old. This added some kindling.
Kids Inspiring Mom Travel
But do you want to know what really fueled the fire of the journeys in me? My children. Yes, children who forced their parents to travel more, not less.
Since my eldest son was born more than four years ago, I saw more people than all the years combined before he came into our life, and I was not a spring chicken for them. international travel. I have been to Europe a few times for pleasure and in Asia for work.
I do not know if having children was a personal challenge to see if I could still travel, but it was certainly the catalyst that pushed me to leave home and explore the world with them.
One thing that many people, including parents, do not understand is that young children need to be entertained and they really do not care where you do it. My boys (ages 1 to 4) are also happy to play in a park from our hometown of Seattle to Venice. They do not care to play with the children of the neighborhood or with those they meet in the streets of Hong Kong.
My parenting philosophy, after the initial shock that someone had entrusted me with a little mobile baby to raise in the next 18 years, has always been “as long as we can go out, we can go anywhere”.
A toiletry bag is an accessory used during travel. You can insert all your toiletries in this bag. A travel bag, a toiletry bag or a toiletry bag contains accessories related to personal hygiene and toiletries.
During the journey, unpacking can be as stressful as packing, and nothing is more useless than searching through your bags to find certain items whenever you need them during a trip. With toiletries specifically, you will want to keep these products safe and uninhibited during your adventure. This might require you to dig your bag whenever you want to use them, but our hanging toiletry bags can make it a lot easier.
The Initial Struggle
Now, with my husband during the trips, the trips had been easy enough, especially when there was only one child to face. I even took my first child to China on a business trip at the age of 20 months, which many found a little crazy. In October 2012, I pushed myself beyond reason.
I jumped on the plane with my sons then aged 3 and 5 and left for a 5-week trip to visit friends across Europe … all alone. I prepared for this trip for almost a year; now it was time for me to see what I was doing.
I will be honest; the first night almost broke me. Two planes and two trains took us to my friend’s house in Switzerland, the first leg of our trip. The time difference with two children was much more difficult than the time difference with a child. The baby was still nursing all the hours of the night.
We were crushed in a small room in my friend’s house outside Bern. I was desperately trying to keep everyone quiet so that we would not wake up his family. The boys and I cried a lot that night, but we survived.
Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends. Lucius Annaeus Seneca
The Help of Strangers
After a week of acclimatization to a new time zone and verification of local sights, we were again on our way. Two other trains would take us to Bologna, the second stop of our trip. I did not have my husband to take care of the bags while I changed trains with the children.
He could not help me unload our suitcase when the baby was tied in front of me, a heavy backpack on his back and a toddler to watch. I quickly learned to rely on the kindness of strangers in a way that I had never seen before in my travels.
With so many means of transport and our luggage, I needed all the help of the men and women we met along the way. These disguised angels raised me very discreetly, whether carrying my suitcase on a train or opening the stroller as we landed so that my eldest son could board.
When you have children, it is very difficult to put them in the hands of someone else. Coming from America, you only hear horror stories. Trafficking in human beings is a real thing.
Getting my handsome boys out was a matter of concern, but at one point I had to free myself from anxiety and just had to believe that the guy who was proposing to carry my bags on the train was not going to run away with them and that offered sweets to my son did not try to poison him.
Time and time again, I trusted my luggage and my children to complete strangers, who ended up being my saving grace on more than one occasion. I was reminded again that we were not made to be alone and that we needed a village to raise children.
Not only has my confidence in humanity grown, but my confidence in my own abilities has reached new heights. I knew that I could take my children out of the school or playground door. I am a pretty independent woman. However, thrown into a completely new environment, in which I spoke no more than a few words of the language, and I fought the jet lag and habitual tantrums that accompany childhood, my patience and my self-confidence were put to the test.
With a lot of chances against me, I have gone through difficult times, adopted the stress that accompanies parenting, no matter where you are in the world, and created unforgettable memories with my boys who can never be replaced. Thirty-three days later, I was coming out of our trip with mental health intact.
This trip reinforced my belief that if I had to give up everything when I became a mother, the only thing I could stay was my desire to travel. I am delighted that my boys are adventurous travelers and that they realize my crazy dreams. One is certainly a little easier to travel than the other, but they both have fun and will have stories to tell their children.
I hope to one day be able to listen to a conversation they have with their own children by telling them how amazing their grandmother is and how much their desire to travel is truly genetic as my boys leave for their next adventure with their own family.