At every intersection on the Vegas strip, Jack’s stepmom would turn around to look for us and count, ‘1, 2, 3… 8. Phew! Everyone is still here. Let’s keep walking, ducklings.’
I’m not sure who started it, but soon we started to refer to each other as ‘Mother Duck’ and ‘ducklings’ — and considering how she fusses over us and how most of the time all 8 of us were blindly following her wherever she goes, I thought it was appropriate.
Part of the reason why I was looking forward to this family Vegas getaway is because for once, somebody else is doing the planning and the organizing. For once, somebody else is doing the balancing act of making sure everyone else is having fun while without forgetting to enjoy the trip yourself.
If you’ve ever been in charge of organizing a trip, you know how hard the last part can be.
This time, instead of researching and making hotel and flight reservations I waited patiently until instructions come via email and text messages:
I can tell you now, it’s a nice feeling to have somebody else in charge for a change.
Our time in Vegas has been a nice break from all of the trip planning we’ve been doing. I enjoy not having to plan our day and knowing that most of the time all I have to do is keep sight of Mother Duck. When she stops, we stop. When she goes into a restaurant, we go into the restaurant. When she said she’d be most likely spending the day by the pool — we decide that lounging by the pool sounds like a mighty a good idea.
Most of the time we actually quite enjoy the planning process and we definitely prefer the freedom of independent travels: going wherever we want to go without the need for making compromises. But after months and months of planning our around the world trip: reading guidebooks and forums, doing online research, and making phone calls — I need this break from planning.
Tell me what to do and where to go. Tell me what time I need to be at a place, spoon feed me information about a place, and hand me my admission tickets. Let me gawk at the sights and wait for me while I lag behind to take pictures.
Because in 2 weeks, we’ll be traveling the world on our own and we won’t have the luxury of being ducklings anymore. There will be no hotel reservation magically appear under our names. There will no emails in our inbox containing instructions how to get to the airport or text messages to tell us the plan for dinner and where to meet.
But that’s in the future.
For now, I’m going to let somebody else worrying about the where, the when, and the how and enjoy being a duckling.