Once my kids could reliably dress themselves, I had them pack their own suitcases for trips. It's pretty easy to make a list (7 shirts, 7 pants, 7 clean pairs of underwear, 7 socks, a bathing suit, and a jacket).
The kids have always been very proud to own, pack, and haul their own luggage. I don't really touch anything.
[The suitcases look like a matching set. That's a lucky break -- I bought them several years apart, at completely different yard sales, for $1 each.]
Do my kids do a perfect job? Well, no, not quite. But it's not really any less perfect than the rest of our lives. After all, these are the same sons of mine who are capable of losing their underwear at school. (You don't really want to know. For that matter, neither do I).
And, as my traveling mantra goes, as long as I remember my photo ID, my credit card, and the medications, forgetting something else doesn't ruin the trip.
The kids have always been very proud to own, pack, and haul their own luggage. I don't really touch anything.
[The suitcases look like a matching set. That's a lucky break -- I bought them several years apart, at completely different yard sales, for $1 each.]
Do my kids do a perfect job? Well, no, not quite. But it's not really any less perfect than the rest of our lives. After all, these are the same sons of mine who are capable of losing their underwear at school. (You don't really want to know. For that matter, neither do I).
And, as my traveling mantra goes, as long as I remember my photo ID, my credit card, and the medications, forgetting something else doesn't ruin the trip.
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