I try not to be a cruise director for my kids. I don’t feel it’s my place to plan every activity in their day. While I feel guilty for not being their giant playmate, I am very proud that I have two creative kids. They rarely come to me and tell me they are bored because they are too busy building entire Lego cities or fashioning old toilet paper rolls into rocket ships. I’d like to think that I’m not a lazy parent, rather, I’ve taught them how to entertain themselves. And if I may be Facebook smug, I think it’s a rather rare skill these days.
If you are traveling the I-95 corridor and you see a slightly frazzled woman with two kids, give me a wave. I’m taking my kids to Florida for what I know will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I’m just sorry I forgot how exciting it was for a certain third grader to stand outside on an April day thirty years ago to watch the launch of the very first space shuttle. It was far away, but close enough to see the little dot riding the top of a bright orange flame. This time, she’ll have the best seat in the house, close enough to see the joy on her children’s faces as they witness history.
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