If you’ll cast your mind back to what it was like when we were little, trapped in a void of nothingness in the back seat of the family car driving who knows where to visit who knows whom, you’ll remember it with nostalgia.
Wasn’t that wonderful when we drove to Queensland for the bicentenary, or that road trip we took down south to visit Aunty Gemma?
Those were the days…
What you forget, is what you did to entertain your little selves during those excruciating (for the parents) hours of travel. Sure the first half hour or so was fun. The second half hour is normally spent complaining, and after that you were left to your own devices to try and figure out how to entertain yourself.
A few months ago when embarking on a family holiday, I thought that maybe it would be nice to have a bit of a break from all of the devices my three children had accumulated over the young lifetimes. Watching them carefully pack all of their device chargers made me think of all the wonderful sights and sounds they’d miss while glued to their screens.
Plus, I miss my kids. I miss them all the time. I miss them whenever they aren’t with me and when they are with me I want to look at them and talk to them and hug them and kiss them.
Regardless of whether or not they want to.