How Traveling With My Kids Has Made Me a Better Person

Traveling as a family is not always glamorous. There are meltdowns in airport lines, sticky hands on

airplane windows, and the constant chorus of “are we there yet?” But in between the chaos, there’s so

much magic.

I remember the first trip I planned to take my son on—everyone told me, “he won’t remember anything.”

And they were right—he doesn’t. But I do. And that’s the point. Traveling with my family has made me a

better mother, taught me patience I didn’t know I had, and reminded me how to dream bigger.

The Patience Muscle

When traveling with little ones, you quickly learn that not everything goes according to plan.

Flights get delayed, naps are skipped, and sometimes the gelato spills down the brand-new outfit. I used

to think patience was something you were born with. Now I know it’s a muscle you build—and travel has

been my training ground. Standing in long lines with my kids, I’ve had to slow down, breathe, and find

joy in the moment, rather than focusing on the inconvenience. They notice everything—the way a street

performer strums his guitar, the funny accent of the taxi driver. Traveling with them has forced me to

pay attention as well. The things I might have rushed past or taken for granted suddenly feel magical

again. Through their eyes, I get to rediscover the world with a new perspective.

Dream Bigger Together

Traveling with my kids has also permitted me to dream beyond the day-to-day routine of school drop-offs and laundry piles

When we’re in a new place, I feel my own imagination expand. We talk about

what’s possible, what we want to see next, and the kind of life we want to build. It’s not just about

vacations—it’s about planting seeds of adventure and showing them that the world is wide and open to

them.

One day, they may not remember the details—the name of the hotel or how many hours we spent at the

pool. But they’ll remember the feeling: that their mom slowed down, looked at the stars with them, held

their hand on cobblestone streets, and showed them the beauty of the world.

They’ll remember hiking together in Peru, feeding llamas, and standing in awe at landscapes so different

from home. Those little moments—the laughter, the wonder, the closeness—become the real souvenirs.

And that legacy of memory is worth every ounce of effort.

A Little Tip for Traveling With Kids

A Little Tip for Traveing with Kids

If you’re planning a big trip with little ones, try building in “buffer days”—slower days between big

adventures. A morning at the pool, an afternoon nap, or just wandering a local market can make all the

difference. The kids stay happier, and honestly, so do we as parents.

Traveling with my kids has shaped me in ways I never expected. And now, helping other families create

their own unforgettable journeys feels even more meaningful—because I know firsthand how these

moments change you.