A week ago, my oldest son hopped on a plane headed for D.C. And I wasn't with him. My parents want to take each of their grandchildren to Washington D.C. when they turn 8. Being the oldest grandchild, B was the first to go on this adventure. I have to admit, when they mentioned this idea to me, I got a little queasy thinking of my child being so far away from me. But, as time passed, I started to realize what an awesome opportunity this would be for him. Not only would he get to experience such an amazing city full of history, he would also get to spend some quality time with his grandparents. All by himself.
It felt weird dropping him off at the airport. Besides the slight jealousy I felt, I also felt like part of me was missing. Our home just didn't feel quite right. He was definitely missed. Fortunately, my parents texted me pictures of all of their adventures. My favorite was a picture of him dressed in khakis and a sports coat in line for a tour of the White House. He wanted to look spiffy just in case he had the opportunity to meet the Pres.
I sent along my point and shoot camera so that he could document his trip. Here is D.C. from the perspective of an eight year old:
$1,000,000 in $10 bills.
And my personal favorite:
He really had a great time. My parents loved every second of their trip with him. And now he is home, where he should be. E really missed his playmate, but confessed to me over dinner the other night that he "is happy that B isn't here to yell at him all of the time." I do have to agree, sibling wise, it was VERY peaceful here.
Now, spring break is coming to a close and we are all pretty bummed about it. B is suffering through some post-vacation doldrums, E is getting used to being bossed around again, and I am not looking forward to being a homework nazi. Oh well. Life goes on!
Two more months until summer vacation!!!
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