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.
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