“Well I guess Your Traveling Days Are Over.”
Sound familiar? I started hearing it the moment I announced that I was pregnant. In our 8 years together, 5 married, my husband and I had traveled to 18 different countries. We had hiked the Inca trail, driven the Icefields Parkway in Banff, taken a microlight flight over Victoria Falls in Zambia, and spent a summer working at a hospital in Zimbabwe.
Anyone who knew us knew that we valued travel and saw our growing family as a sign that we were going to slow down. But there we were, 3 months after the birth of our daughter, planning a trip to Greece with our friends and their 4 month old. We felt equal parts crazy and brave – but in hindsight it was the perfect time, and the perfect place, to initiate ourselves into traveling as a family.