I traveled from San Francisco to London with two kids (before I had Svenja) when Greta was still a crazed lap child: ELEVEN HOURS IN A PLANE!

Within the first two hours, I was crying.

The travel itself can be hard, and when you get there, the kids are all out of sorts which makes the holiday itself hard to enjoy. But my philosophy is, practice makes perfect.

I kid you not, my children can sleep on the floor, just covered in a blanket. They don’t need shades on the windows or silence to sleep. They are flexible about food and willing to go hungry without complaining. They endure long car and plane rides with (mostly) good humor.

Why?

Because I value travel and exploration so much, I took them with me everywhere from the moment they were born. Everywhere I went to do research, or visit my parents or a friend… they came along. They LEARNED to be flexible.

It was not always easy, and frankly, not always fun, but I am definitely reaping the benefits now!

So… if you love to travel, suck up the tough parts and your kids will learn to love it too… eventually.

Good Luck!