Recently, we took a family vacation. In some ways I've struggled with the last several vacations because, basically, I didn't get one. As the mother, you know, it's just not all that relaxing. You're still taking care of everyone and probably sleeping even worse than normal considering you're not at home in your own beds. When you get home, you still feel like you need a vacation.
Anyway, on this last vacation, I considered beforehand that if I didn't think this was a vacation about ME and MY relaxation, but about sharing experiences with my kids and creating memories, then maybe the whole thing won't end up an exhausting disappointment.
You know what? It worked! Now, don't ask me why I didn't figure this out about 9 years ago.
(Sometimes I do wonder why I didn't catch this concept earlier. When I did my student teaching in Western Samoa, I longed to share those experiences with my family (parents, brothers, sister). Now I just need to remember that I'm here to share the joys of this life with our kids.)
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