My husband and I were walking by a children's park
in the Eixample quarter of Barcelona when we realized that we were
ready to start a family. Seeing the beautiful
Barcelonians-cosmopolitan and youthful-pushing Bugaboos past
Gaudi's modernist Casa BotllÓ, we saw what it could be like for us.
We had planned on waiting a year before starting a family, maybe
visiting India first. But seeing those parents in Barcelona-so
urban and yet, with children-we decided not to wait. We came back
to Chicago, and soon two lines on a pregnancy test told us we would
be pram-pushers as well.
As we planned for the new responsibilities, we realized
that we would need to decide how we wanted to raise this little
peanut. When we had our wills done, we added special instructions:
any request our child had for funds to support travel were to be
obliged. We figured, if for any reason we were gone, we still
wanted to give our baby the world.
Vivien was born the next August and we continued living in
the city. We prepared to keep our travel going. Vivien's first
passport picture was of an apple-headed 8-month-old in a purple
fur-collared sweater. An island getaway to Jamaica provided her
first blue stamp and with that, our new family was ready to
Vivien was a champion traveler from the start: sleeping on
the plane, splashing in the ocean, napping as we relaxed on the
terrace. She loved being adored by the staff and we loved having
her with us. We still relaxed and swam, shopped and had seaside
dinners, but we now added in stops at the children's area and walks
past the dolphin cove. We found ourselves more open and talkative
with the locals, other guests and staff.
Our little traveler was the catalyst for creating these
After that trip, we had no problem filling up that darling
little passport. Vivien accompanied us on trips all over-domestic
and abroad. From New York, San Francisco and Orlando to Argentina,
Uruguay, Italy and Germany, Vivien was our travel sidekick. After
long days of exploring, shopping, visiting museums, parks and
cafes, Vivien would fall asleep next to us in her stroller at
restaurants or to the buzz of television cartoons in French,
Italian or Spanish.
While this felt perfect and normal to us, we discovered
that many people who found out we took her with us on these trips
were utterly confused.
"Why would you take her there now?" they would ask.
"She'll never remember it."
This comment made me defensive at first. I felt blessed
that we could explore these different countries and cultures,
continuing to live our dreams even with a child in tow. Vivien was
happy and thriving. I wondered how to respond. As I thought about
it, even I couldn't recall all the details of each of our trips. If
you can't remember your trips, could it be argued that it's
pointless to go?
We disregarded the questions and continued to travel. We
visited Thailand and Vietnam, and Vivien compared her size with the
large toes of the Reclining Buddha and practiced bowing to friendly
wait staff in Saigon. We stockpiled United frequent-flier miles and
hotel points and flew to visit friends in Germany and family in
Lake Como and Venice, Italy.
I watched Vivien maneuver rides at Chriskindlmarkt in
Frankfurt and giggle at old aunts in Italy who indulged her in
chocolates. When her little best friend moved to London, we took
her to visit and they danced around the Orangery in Kensington
Gardens. And I'll never forget the delight in her eyes as she
emerged from the Paris metro and saw the Eiffel Tower, more alive
and real than when she first admired it watching the Disney movie
Her passport expires at the end of this year. It's now
filled with the stamps of the 13 countries she has visited in her
five years on earth.
If her travels leave absolutely no memories, I'd be
surprised. She regularly stuns my husband and me with little
remembrances out of the blue-and if we are looking through photo
books, she usually can recount way more than either my husband or I
can. And while the memories are, indeed, treasures, I have no doubt
that what has left an imprint on my daughter's mind is not so much
in the photos or the memories, but in the process of the travels
She is ultimately-as indeed, we all are-a product of the
Jennifer Anton is a Chicago mom and freelance writer.
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