I was looking through some old pre-digital pics yesterday and came across these delightful snaps of my now nearly 14-year-old.
Here he on his way to Japan. He was about fourteen months old. Not long after this pic was taken, he curled up and went to sleep, and woke just as we were landing at Narita.
Here’s my precious little travel buddy waiting patiently for me to check in at Brisbane airport. We were on our way to New York to live. He was 2 years and 10 months, and is carrying his own activity bag.
Looking back at these pics reminds me of how easy it was to travel with him, not because he is special (which he is, to me) but because I did it. You want your kids to know how to behave somewhere… take them there.