The first time we traveled internationally with our kids (a 5-year-old and nearly-2-year-old twins), my wife and I assumed the kids wouldn't really care, but we'd go anyway because we didn't want to give up international travel for a few decades just because we have kids.
They absolutely loved it. Now the 5-year-old is 15, they've been joined by a couple more siblings, and (Covid-execepted) we've gone on at least one international trip every year.
One of my favorite lines from one of my favorite books is in "A River Runs Through It" when the narrator says, "When I was young, a teacher had forbidden me to say "more perfect" because she said if a thing is perfect it can't be more so. But by now I had seen enough of life to have regained my confidence in it."
I recently went through a decade of photos to see if I could unearth memories of the "more perfect" moments in my life. Nearly all of them were on those trips with my kids.
There's something uniquely "us against the world" about international travel as a family. Not that we approach the world antagonistically, but just in that traveling across borders, and making our way through airports, and figuring out unfamiliar mass transit systems, and navigating unfamiliar cities in languages we don't speak requires a level of coöperation we're not usually called upon to exhibit as a family.
I'm sure there are times it's brought out the worst in us, but they're far, far outweighed by the times it brings out the very best parts of being a family.
"uss against the world" is great way to put it, and it's especially great to see the kids adopt that as they explore something new. Three brothers could be fighting, annoying, etc. right up to the point when they realize that there is safety in numbers. I still remember them exploring a square in Cartagena when the oldest one was 10 and the youngest 5. They would see something interesting little bit further away from us (parents) and would look at each other and decide whether to engage. They ended-up making new (temporary) friends, getting seeds to feed birds and more as they built their confidence while looking after each other.
For the coming summer I've promised to get the two oldest (now 18 and 15) plane tickets to Madrid, Interail (Eurorail) passes, and flight back to US from Helsinki 3 or 4 week later. They'll figure it out, have fun and hopefully don't do too much dumb stuff. Way to bond before the oldest one leaves to college. The middle one gets to do similar trip again in 3 years when he graduates with his younger brother; who in turn will have his trip one year later (hopefully his oldest brother will be available to join him so that everyone will end up with 2 trips with each of their brothers).
That's a great way of looking at it, and touches on why I have the most fond memories of the most difficult of trips with the family. The challenges unite to find a shared purpose and a shared identity that persists long after the trip is over.
The first time we traveled internationally with our kids (a 5-year-old and nearly-2-year-old twins), my wife and I assumed the kids wouldn't really care, but we'd go anyway because we didn't want to give up international travel for a few decades just because we have kids.
They absolutely loved it. Now the 5-year-old is 15, they've been joined by a couple more siblings, and (Covid-execepted) we've gone on at least one international trip every year.
One of my favorite lines from one of my favorite books is in "A River Runs Through It" when the narrator says, "When I was young, a teacher had forbidden me to say "more perfect" because she said if a thing is perfect it can't be more so. But by now I had seen enough of life to have regained my confidence in it."
I recently went through a decade of photos to see if I could unearth memories of the "more perfect" moments in my life. Nearly all of them were on those trips with my kids.
There's something uniquely "us against the world" about international travel as a family. Not that we approach the world antagonistically, but just in that traveling across borders, and making our way through airports, and figuring out unfamiliar mass transit systems, and navigating unfamiliar cities in languages we don't speak requires a level of coöperation we're not usually called upon to exhibit as a family.
I'm sure there are times it's brought out the worst in us, but they're far, far outweighed by the times it brings out the very best parts of being a family.