So this was the first vacation where I felt I was really on vacation since my son was born. The first year we stayed in Normandy and my memories are of me pushing him for hours in the backyard of my in-law’s place in circles so he would go to sleep. The year after that we went to camping in the south of France where it was too hot to go the beach between the hours of 11am and 6pm. I spent seven hours of each day keeping them away from the heat, the son, mosquitos and the showers (they loved to play there for some reason). There was also endless circling of the stroller around the campsite.
This year I have great memories of my kids climbing rocks, making sand castles, or flying kites while I read on the beach. They’re getting older and having conversations with each other and asking interesting questions. I guess with everything that’s been going on with the pandemic I hadn’t noticed them growing up but during this vacation I had time to slow down and to marvel at how much they have progressed despite the lockdown which made things feel frozen in time.
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