“Mommy, you go to so many cool places. More than I do.”
“No, Kory, I didn’t travel to most of those places until I was much older. You have been many more places than I had at your age. You will get there.”
I wonder why he says this to me during our history lesson. Then I realize. While we learn about Vikings and Normandy, I tell him, Kory, I have been to this part of France as I point to the map.
Earlier in the school year, we studied stained glass windows and cathedrals in an arts class. The lesson featured pictures of the Notre Dame cathedral. I stood under that stain glass window, I told him. How many other lessons have I added, “and I’ve been here.”
Oh the places I have been. Paris. Northern France. Mexico. 34 states. I am missing the most random ones. North Dakota. Michigan. I’m begging my husband to cross over an exit into the state next time we travel to Minnesota since I am sure we are looking into Michigan from the interstate. Rhode Island. New Mexico. And my list of where I have traveled is no where near my brother’s exhaustive and very cool list!
Oh, the Places You Will Go. My favorite Dr. Seuss book – in close tie with Horton, Hears A Who! I think it will become our family gift to those who graduate from high school.
He will get there. He will travel to different states. He will travel to different countries.
Already he has been to 29 states and DC. Much more than I had visited by the age of almost eight.
And this year, I’m going to get him and his brother their very first passports. It is time I renew the one I used to get to Paris. The one with a photograph of a 16-year old me. Keith already has a password from travels to Canada for work a few years ago.
Oh the places we will go. Oh the places they will go.