On core memories
A brief dispatch from the road
Taking a vacation when you have young children can feel like a bit of a fool’s errand. Every bit of a well-honed, battle-tested home routine is uprooted, schedules are thrown to the wind, and no matter how well you plan, someone is going to throw a wrench into it before you even really get going.
Sure—there’s a chance that everything goes exactly to plan, that every detail is remembered, that the children happily behave, and the whole venture is as smooth and relaxing as envisioning from the outset. Maybe you’ll be the Wright Brothers, catching that Kitty Hawk sea breeze and proving that manned flight is possible.
More likely, you end up looking like this guy.
Yesterday, my son asked how long it would be until we got to the beach while we were still in the drive-through line for coffee before leaving town.
It’s been more than two years since we’ve taken any sort of road trip greater than “going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house” with the kids, which means we’ve never really gone anywhere whi…