I wanted to travel so badly. Yet, my husband’s work schedule, and most of all, my fear of venturing into the unfamiliar with my baby girl, made me stay close to home. I hadn’t yet discovered the joys of local-ish travel. I didn’t realize that adventures awaited us just a few hours from home. At that point in my life, the word “travel” had a much different meaning.
My daughter hasn’t celebrated a birthday recently, yet I’ve found myself thinking lately about how much she–and I–have changed during her three and a half years of life.
I used to sit around and analyze everything that could possibly go wrong. The car could break down…in the middle of nowhere. I could get lost. E. could start crying uncontrollably in public and strangers might stare at me. It seems laughable now to think that these were some of my worries when it came to day trips from Dayton.
And then one day, when E. was about 18 months old, the power went out. For NINE DAYS. Yes, you read that correctly. There were so many power outages that the power company just couldn’t keep up, and ours was one of the last homes to receive electricity again. I couldn’t handle sitting in a dark house, so I decided E. and I would venture a couple hundred miles to my hometown in Missouri.
I drove–alone–with E. for about 7 hours. Nothing catastrophic happened. That was when my thinking about travelling with a kid began to change. These days, I confidently set out on adventures with my daughter. Sure, it helps that she’s older now, but it also had a lot to do with a change in my own thinking. I began to remember the pre-mommyhood days when Nick and I ventured to Tokyo without knowing what to expect.
I’m sure there are moms reading this who have no idea what I’m talking about. They’ve always been self-assured and known how to handle unusual situations with grace. However, things can be difficult for us worriers. Nothing is simple.
P.S. I get extra points for posting a picture in which I’m not wearing any make-up, right?