So my parents are off to Florida for the week. Mom is a retired teacher and Dad is still teaching. Spring break still means something for them. It's a much needed break, for all of us.
They are traveling with friends in a minivan packed to the gills. They're like a bunch of teenagers: do we have the sports equipment, the beach stuff, the wine? It's almost like a preview of watching my son 10 years from now. Us reminding them to take their cell phones, sunscreen, check e-mail and call when they get there. They trying to decide if Disney is on the list, or if golf is more what they want to do, who and when they'll hook up with, where they'll go to eat.
This parenting thing is way more than it's cracked up to be. Godspeed.