For as much as I love exploring new places on my own, especially those that offer something wonderfully adult (like wine and no whining), I do love to do things with my family. It gets harder and harder to convince my two teenagers that our togetherness is important and time well spent. They don’t buy it.
We were recently invited to a local winery that’s beginning to expand and offer fun events, like 5k races and paint nights. Knowing it welcomes families, I made sure we all showed up. The older two drove separately–just in case.
What a nice surprise to find a water slide! And a playground! And live music in a barn! And picnic tables under tents! I was in heaven! Where were my children?
Seeing there were no other teenagers, my two darling, pubescent beasts sat in the bed of their pickup truck, likely grumbling about the lame family outing mom forced them into. Again. Perched in the back of my minivan, the younger two were raiding the contents of the cooler: fresh baguettes, cheese and prosciutto. WTF?
Rather than forfeiting my own enjoyment, I let the big boys go home and sent the little boys out to the water slide. We had a ball! The wine was fantastic, the bluegrass music was awesome, and we could relax with our friends, surrounded by the vineyard. As the sun went down after a gloriously warm day, the kids were running up and down the lush rows of expertly trellised vines, playing a game of tag.
Of course, the water slide that had seemed like such a wonderful feature earlier, left me with two kids that looked like this:
I won’t complain.