Obviously, our vacations are of the first type. Don’t get me wrong though. I love that we go on vacation once a year with hubby’s family. To a degree, it is relaxing to be around family. It’s just that with the kids, it’s so different than in the years before the children.
As a mom, I worry someone is about to drown. And let me tell you, on day three of this vacation this has already proven to be a valid worry - Männchen fell into the deep end of the pool head first while trying to fill up a squirt toy, Töchterchen wandered off (past a pool and into a parking lot) when I thought she was with another family member, and she has had her feet knocked out from under her multiple times while on her fearless treks into the ocean.
I also worry about bedtime. We are staying in a three story beach house and the kids are on the middle level, with doors to the deck from their room. I have made sure noisy locks are in place on the doors, but here I sit in the hallway for the fourth night in a row, ears on alert and on guard in a way only a mother can be.
Yet, I know deep down it’s worth it. We’ll put in these “hard” years of vacation, but before I know it, it will be vacation again for all of us. The kids will know how to swim. They will be able to put themselves to bed and I won’t have to worry about them wandering into places they shouldn’t.
And until then, we will do our best to build memories they will cherish, even though as a mama I will know it was a hell of a lot of work.