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A good parent prepares the child for the path, not the path for the child.

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We just got back from our first little family trip to Miami.  I was a nervous nelly going into the trip (even though I was trying my best to pretend I wasn’t) . . . what if Julian had a tantrum on the plane?  What if the room wasn’t as nice as I was expecting it to be?  What if Julian got bored on the beach and I couldn’t spend a second relaxing (which I so desperately needed) because I would have to run around after him the entire time?  What if Mike worked the whole time and that annoyed me and we would fight about it?

As life would have it . . . everything I worried about came true.  The hotel we stayed at was nice and in an awesome location . . . but the “1 Bedroom Suite” was just a glorified studio with an open doorway between the living room and bedroom (which isn’t ideal when you have a toddler that goes to bed at 7:30 and you want to stay up and spend time with your husband).  I had the hotel staff show me three different rooms until I settled on the room we stayed in.  I spent an hour on the phone with Starwood trying to figure out where we should move to the next day because there is no way this current situation would work out.  When I really exhausted all options and came to the realization that we were “stuck” there, I made the most of the situation.  I poured myself a glass of wine and put Julian in the bathroom sink for his bath (no bathtub at this hotel!) . . . he thought it was the best thing in the world (he pulled every single tolietry into his little “tub” with him).  He also LOVED the room.  He had a smile on his face from the time he woke up until the time he went to bed (which he did . . . every night at 7:30 . . . and never woke up while Mike and I sat in the living room catching up).

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The moment when I saw this little face happy as can be . . . taking a bath in a sink . . . I decided that I wasn’t going to let anything that happened on the vacation bother me . . . and just soak up every single moment of the time I had with my boys.  It was seriously one of the best vacations of my life because of that mindset.  Yeah, I told Mike that I was going throw his phone in the water (after the 10th hour-long phone call he took ended) if he didn’t start relaxing (which he eventually did).  I didn’t get to relax much on the beach . . . but that was because I WANTED to build sand castles with my little boy in the shade . . . and run after the ocean waves . . . and get wrinkly hands (my BIGGEST PET PEEVE) because he’s a little fish and wants to spend every second he can in the pool “swimming”.  I did get to spend a few moments like this . . . though.  Heaven.

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Julian had MULTIPLE tantrums on the plane (in First Class – eek – never sitting up there with a toddler again!) but we made it through and I’ll NEVER see those people again.  Most of the tantrums were the result of people behind us not saying hi to him . . . after he had said “hi” and waved to them for 10 minutes straight (meanies in First Class).

The resort ended up being awesome.  In every single way.  Everyone knew who we were by the time we left . . . Julian had charmed the socks off all of them.  Running, barefoot, through the halls with the biggest smile and cute little laugh . . . arms flailing . . . like it was the best moment of his life.  Noone could pass him without stopping and smiling and commenting on how adorable he was.  Most of the time he would stop, and say “hi” to them and, if they were lucky, he would tackle them with a hug.

We had nice family meals out . . . and strolls along the beach at sunrise . . . and sunset.

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I was worried that a 5 star hotel and flights in first class would not be good enough for us.  That we wouldn’t have fun because our 600 square foot incredible room didn’t have a door.  I was worried that playing with my little boy on the beach was going to make me not have a good time.  Shame on me for having that mindset.  Shame on me for being blinded by my outrageous expectations, rather than be grateful for the time with my boys, the sand between my toes and a crisp glass of rose at noon on a Thursday. I worry WAY too much and need to stop and enjoy this beautiful world we live in.  Especially when it comes to raising Julian.  I really hope he turns out like his Dad – more carefree and spur of the moment.  I am going to really try to make sure he’s prepared for life and takes it all in. Maybe I’ll have to buy some Tab, bologna and white bread (you have to read the article to get that reference).

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Thank you, Miami, for giving me what I needed.

Written by bevanddara

April 7, 2015 at 11:34 am

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