I started blogging a decade ago during an Air Force deployment to Iraq and kept at it when I got back. Since then, I’ve written for DadCentric, City Dads Group, Humor Blogs, and other sites. This site is primarily for our family travels and adventures, because I forget stuff if I don’t write it down. Who am I? A guy who wasn’t sure he’d ever get married or have children but found himself with 4 children, a wife, and a dog in 5 years. A guy who’s deployed…
We got The Note that schools send when they’re about to delve into “sex ed” a few months ago. Do you know The Note? The Note can make an otherwise good day awkward; I was afraid of The Note.
In any event, we decided we should have a series of talks with our 10-year-old about stuff like puberty, sex, etc. before she heard about it in an audience of her peers. We wanted her to feel like she can ask us questions about sensitive topics at home instead of on the school bus or in the cafetorium. We also felt really strongly about communicating, from the beginning, the emotional + spiritual impact of sex and remain convinced that no institution can really offer that to a child–it should come from a parent.
So as we toured the Jimmy Carter Presidential Library and Museum on a rainy Sunday and looked at images of the parasite infestations being treated around the world, we moved to the display on HIV infection. Our 10-year-old asked what HIV is, and we discussed the nature of the virus. Obviously, she wanted to know about methods of transmission. I talked about drug users and needles leading to infection, and because it was also mentioned in the display, added that it could be transmitted through sex.
At some point I shared that sex involved “private parts touching her private parts.” Before this day and this moment, our talks had not quite progressed to the point of the specific mechanics of sex or where the proverbial “rubber meets the road.”
Her face was absolutely appalled.
A few seconds passed. Then, “That…makes me feel uncomfortable.”
We quickly walked to an exhibit on eradication of guinea worms.
Here’s the thing: you may not always have a guinea worm exhibit to take your parent-child interactions about sex from discomforted to distracted. You may not have the benefit of an AIDS exhibit in a 90-something former President’s library to start conversations. And that can be a problem.
So, what’s another non-threatening way to broach “the talk”? Simple and entertaining videos that are age-appropriate!
And that’s why I agreed to partner* with Amaze in its campaign to raise awareness about the videos it puts out for this purpose, like the one below:
You can find out more about Amaze at its Facebook page or YouTube channel. Feel free to interweave these resources with your conversations at your home (or local Presidential library). Since I have 2 more children with whom I have to have “the talk,” I’m certain we’ll need all the resources we can get.
* “partner” in this context means receiving compensation in exchange for viewing videos and providing an honest review of them, and I’m nothing if not honest here.
Rather than fly home to Atlanta and then go to Philly the next day, we changed our flight “home” to go straight to Philadelphia, landing at midnight on Friday night (thanks to a delay at JFK), June 16. Why end a vacation with another vacation? In a word, Bono.
I’d seen U2 four times, the first being via a road trip to Memphis in 1997 (with Jim Bob, incidentally, the guy whose family was in Paris with ours in the last series of posts), and the last being 5 or so years ago with a work colleague in Atlanta, but I’d never heard the entire Joshua Tree album live, in order, start to finish. Since the band didn’t schedule an Atlanta show on this tour, I decided we needed to find a city (and date) in which to see them, and Philadelphia on Fathers Day seemed perfect, as we love touring historic cities, and I have cousins-in-law just outside of Philly! The Joshua Tree was the first CD I packed when I learned I was deploying to Iraq in March 2003. The album turned 30 this year, and we visited its namesake national park just a few months ago as a family. My bride had never seen U2. So, we went.
We booked a house in the city just down from where my friend Georgia lives (but, sadly, she was out of town that weekend). Saturday morning, we were up early and at the Dutch Eating place for breakfast just after 8am and at Independence Hall (and its visitor center) a few minutes later.
We saw the famous bell, checked out Ben Franklin’s grave, hung out by Betsy Ross’s house, watched a free puppet show at the National Constitution Center, walked through the oldest residential area in the country, had an awesome DiNic’s roast pork sandwich, and then enjoyed an evening ghost tour through old town before ending the day at City Tavern. It was a great day of exploring a new city (for our children) and spending time with their cousins (who also visited several new places, despite living nearby for many years!).
Sunday morning, the 10 of us had an awesome fathers day brunch at The Dandelion, where I’d made a reservation months before. Then, we 5 peeled off for some more touring, walking to Thaddeus Kosciuszko National Memorial, the smallest installation in the National Park Service! The children earned more junior ranger badges (they got one the previous day as well), as we roamed the house where the brilliant Polish engineer and Revolutionary War freedom fighter once lived.
Afterward, we explored the National Museum of American Jewish History, rode the Franklin Square Carousel, and roamed about Edgar Allen Poe’s house (where the children earned yet another junior ranger badge), including his basement!
At dinner time, my bride’s cousin came to our AirBnB to watch the children, and we went to Lincoln Financial field to see this:
The show was perfect; I loved it. I’d rank it among the very best concert experiences I’ve ever had if the seats were a bit better (despite my getting fan club pre-sale access and being down by the floor, we were a long way from the stage). That said, the performance itself was exceedingly moving. Powerful.
I don’t think it’s a stretch to call this year’s fathers day my absolute favorite.
On Monday morning, we walked to Ants Pants cafe for breakfast, had our uber driver stop at the Rocky statue in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art on the way to the airport, and then flew home at 11am. Our Ben Franklin-themed trip to Paris and Philly was over, June 5–June 19, a most adventurous and educational family vacation. I’d recommend it to anyone.
We loaded our Kia Carens, left our Paris apartment, and said “farewell” to the barista we’d seen every morning for a week by 9am on Tuesday, June 13. It was time to head west.
Just over an hour later, we pulled up at Giverny to see Monet’s gardens. If this looks like a scene belonging in an impressionist painting, you’d be correct:
Once the crowds got unbearable, we reboarded our vehicle and headed nearly 3 additional hours west, to Omaha Beach, site of the Allies’ liberation of France in WWII. We visited the Omaha beach museum / visitor center there, walked along the beach, saw the flags and monuments in the sand, visited the Overlord museum, and then tried to visit the Normandy American Cemetery (but they were closing its gates just as we pulled up, sadly). We explained to the children the significance of the beach landing–how many Allied troops died and just how incredible the scope of operations was to bring hundreds of thousands of troops to the shore under heavy enemy fire, especially after the failure of the initial sweep of air power to clear the way. We saw munitions, personal effects, and numerous other artifacts that have been, and continue to be, dug up along the beach in the area in the museums’ displays.
We headed another 3 hours southwest along the coastline and slept in a little cottage in the middle of seemingly nowhere, France.
We arose the next morning to roosters crowing, bunnies hopping, and sheep grazing in the grass behind our house. By 8:30am, we were parking and boarding a shuttle to Mont Saint Michel Abbey, stopping for crepes in one of the restaurants on the island where the abbey lay.
Mont Saint Michel was, quite possibly, the most impressive and enjoyable site we saw in nearly 2 weeks in France. We all got audio tours and walked through all the rooms, through the cemetery, and climbed the steep and winding paths that led along the castle-like abbey built in the 700s. I mean, just look at it:
We heard the church bells that sounded like the wedding soundtrack in The Sound of Music. It was perfect.
Rather than walk to the shuttle stop, we opted for a horse-drawn carriage ride from the abbey to the parking lot, just to further extend the visit and our views of the island as we slowly pulled away.
We got back in our car and headed about 3 hours east, stopping in Chartres. We parked next to a green-space, and the youngest and I sprinted up a series of steep stairways and sidewalks to the top of a hill in search of a restroom, found some folks exiting a government building at 5pm, and begged them to let us inside so she could use the facilities. Afterward, we waited a few minutes for the rest of the family to join us, followed the sidewalk for a bit, turned a corner, and saw this:
An audible “Wow!” escaped me. I stepped aside and waited for the rest of the family to catch up to us, so that I could see their reactions as they too came out of the alley pictured above. “Wooooow!” said my agape bride as she saw the Chartres Cathedral for the first time, too.
We explored the inside of the cathedral, including the “delivery veil” Mary is said to have worn while delivering baby Jesus, and we learned this basilica was built in only 30 years (compared to Paris’ Notre Dame’s 200 years)!
We had dinner at Cafe Serpente, sitting outside next to the cathedral and watched the sun set.
Then, we drove an hour northeast, to our AirBnB in Versailles. In one of the greatest instances of luck of my entire life, I found a parallel parking spot right across from the courtyard entrance to our little apartment, and it was free!
We arose on Thursday, June 15 a few blocks from the Palace of Versailles and arrived just after 9am. Luckily, my bride had arranged a private tour, which kept us from standing in a several-hundred-yards-long line that would have taken no telling how long to get inside and through security on a very hot day; we walked right up to our tour with no issues or wait. We explored the many many rooms in the Sun King’s palace, walked through the hall of mirrors, saw the in-house opera and a clock that still works (that was one of 2 items not sold or destroyed in the Revolution); then we explored the grounds along the canal on bikes we rented. We walked to the little hamlet where Marie Antoinette would play “peasant,” which was the most amusing aspect of the visit. We had a picnic lunch next to a statue under a line of shade-providing trees. It was too grand to capture in photographs, really, but I tried anyway:
We left the grounds to get dinner, stopping by a tobacco shop, where I bought a French-made pipe to add to my collection. Then, we boarded our Kia Carens again to head back toward Paris…specifically, Sacre-Coeur Basilica, about an hour away.
I was not as lucky when it came to finding parking this night as I’d been the night before, but we managed to find a garage (that cost for one night about 1/2 what I’d paid for an entire week in Paris earlier in our trip!) that was safe and monitored about 9pm. We decided we still had enough daylight to walk up the many steps toward the Basilica and watch the sun set. It was beautiful. Amazing. Awe-inspiring.
On Friday morning, we’d meet the McAllisters again at the Basilica, where my parking luck returned, and I found a free spot right in front of Sacre-Coeur!
We toured the inside, rode a carousel at the base of the hill on which it sat, had more crepes for lunch, and then headed to the airport for the long flight back to the States.
We’d driven 1,000 miles over 3 days of exploring northwestern France in our Kia Carens; it was perfect for our family of 5, including luggage and souvenirs accumulated over nearly 2 weeks of vacation. I’m so grateful to have been given the chance to use this vehicle for our family’s first trip to France, as it felt large enough to be safe but small enough to be quick and fun to drive on the windy streets and roundabouts in both the French countryside and dense urban landscape of Paris!
Flying back was bittersweet, of course, as we left what had been the best vacation we’ve ever taken. That said, more trips lay ahead for the summer of 2017: Philadelphia and West Palm Beach!