roadtripOne of my relatives commented that only I would pack up my kids for a 14-hour road trip after a three-week European family vacation.  I nodded my head, laughed, agreed… a little.

But really, what’s the big deal?  Our family vacation to Europe, although wonderful to us, does not replace visiting my family.  I live in Connecticut, 789 miles from my parents, aunts, uncles and a way of life in Kentucky.  Guess what, they are not getting any younger.  I have never felt the need to visit more than once per year but that one time is really important to me.  Summer is the only time when we can stay long enough for my kids to get a slice of southern life, southern friends and a slower pace. 

For now, and for as long as I can, I will keep summer open.  In the future, one or more of my kids might need summer school or some kind of camp to polish some sport or academic skill.  But until then, and for as long as my career allows, we will visit friends and family and learn about the world through experiences.

So I say why Only Me?  This trip is not heroic or crazy.  It’s necessary.  It takes some effort, chai tea and love for a break from the over-scheduled life.  And it is worth every driven mile.