Who Says You Can’t Go Home?
July 12th, 2012
This week, I got to live out one of my “parenting visions” — you know, those things you imagine you’re going to do with your kids once you have them. Like going to Disney Land. Or spending a week at Grandpa & Grandma’s!
Last Friday, I packed the kids and half our belongings (it seemed) into the van and headed north to my parents’ place in Illinois. I’ve spent a week sleeping in the house I grew up in, introducing my kids to all that’s awesome about my old stomping grounds. Here’s seven things I loved about our trip, because five just wasn’t enough:
1) My kids and their grandparents.
Nothing makes my heart soar more than watching my folks love on my kids. And vice versa. All I can say is that we are blessed beyond measure and that I wish with all my heart that every family could be as connected as ours.
2) Food glorious food.
From Thai takeout to a Mexican feast at a favorite hometown restaurant with lots of fabulous home-cookin’ in between, it’s been a week of eating. Honey-soaked quinoa and fresh cherry salad anyone? With rocky road brownies for dessert? Why yes, thank you. Home-made donuts? Corn fritters and bacon grits? Lord have mercy. My mom’s a bang-up cook and I believe I’ve gained twelve pounds.
I have so many memories of the zoo as a child, I had to take my kids. And it’s still magical. The dolphin show is out of this world.
4) The fact that I bumped into at least half a dozen people I know in the course of our meanderings around town.
Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I wasn’t even “on vacation” this week. I logged my hours, wrote a grant, did a phone interview with a reporter, sat in on a webinar, and did a brainstorming meeting via conference call. Rock on.
6) Reconnecting with my bestie from middle and high school.
And feeling like no time had passed at all. Except that now she has twin five-year-old boys who spent the afternoon frolicking at a lake with my kiddos.
7) Biking and more biking.
My folks have a kid trailer for their bikes and we went riding many, many times. My kids were in heaven.