All it took was a few moments of sitting on the sidewalk for me to realize I was doing it all wrong. I was walking all wrong. Somewhere between my carefree school days and motherhood, I learned to drown myself in the mundane tasks of day-to-day life.
When the crying, whining, or meltdown begins and I am completely trapped between impatient, frowning customers on both sides of me, my items already on the conveyor belt, that is the very moment I wish for my magic wand.
There is magic in classrooms like this one at the University of Wisconsin-Madison where students and teachers and auditors and guests can listen to, and learn from, one another. That's why pushing a button at the end of the semester doesn't do this justice.
Not only is traveling with your kids the best possible way for parents and children to bond with each other, it inevitably provides a host of teachable moments that you couldn't possibly have predicted or prepared for in advance.