There comes a time in a kid’s life when traveling with parents is the equivalent of having a tooth pulled at the dentist. The teen years follow after that (good luck, parents), then university.
But if you’re lucky, you’ll have the chance to travel with them when they’ve turned the corner into adulthood. If you’re luckier still, you’ll get to do it when you’re a parent yourself.
I’m that lucky.
Recently, I convinced my mother and my first-born son, Ethan, to hop a plane with me to Mexico’s Riviera Maya. For them it was a quick getaway to a sunny destination after a winter we all wanted to forget. But I had ulterior motives.
Read more at National Geographic
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