Seeing the suitcase on the sofa when I woke up was better than Christmas! Every single time.
It meant that my parents were home from a long extended business trip. My immediate thoughts went something like this. It meant I didn’t have to listen to the ‘old lady’ who was taking care of us anymore. I didn’t have to put up with her idea of being seen and not heard, or going to bed while it was still light out, or the notion that a kids bath only ‘needs’ 1 inch of water in it, and no bubbles. Even at my tender young age, I knew she was fairly lame.
After I celebrated freedom from the sitter with a little happy dance, I waited patiently for my parents to get up. Inside their suitcase there was always a promise of some far off adventure, new languages, smells, and stories. Lots and lots of stories. They always brought something home for us, always. For any kid it’s exciting to dig through your parents suitcase and find a present, but for me it was more. Where did you get this, what was the store like, what language did they speak, how did it smell, did you eat while you were there, did you get to fill your bath all the way up to the top, was there a magical fairy land close by?
Those are some sweet memories. Liberation and Adventure!
Now that I am a parent, I find it even more exciting to see this through my children’s and dogs eyes. I usually arrive after midnight, the house is quiet and peaceful. Story & $eeker are the only two willing to get up and say ‘welcome home’. We snuggle quietly, and then they drift off to their sleeping places.
When the house rouses in the wee hours of the morning, everyone stumbles into my bed. Sleepy eyes, nappy hair, wagging tails, and warm toasty hugs. Everyone slowly jostles for a comfy spot and we settle in. I love my nest.
When we do get up I love watching my kids look over their travel gifts, and listening to them ask a thousand questions while I make coffee. I love when my dogs find their treats deep in my suitcase, four noses pushing through clothes, because there is always something for them in there!
Traveling is part of my work and what I love to do, coming home is always the best part of the trip though. Sharing the adventure with my family makes it so much better!
Just returning home from Fairbanks Alaska, my kids were treated to North Pole Fudge and my dogs to fresh moose meat. We are still talking about the trip, the art, dragons and fairies, the adventures, the cool people I met, the dogs that I was lucky enough to work with, and all that goes along with it.