I postponed parenthood to travel globally. It was a mistake.

In my twenties, shortly after getting married, I dreamed of having a large family. Yet, my spouse and I decided to wait on starting that family.

Like many hopeful parents, we aimed to solidify our professions and save money. However, my main reason for delaying children was the desire for continued travel.

I worried that having kids would prevent me from exploring distant lands for extended periods or taking quick trips during long weekends. I dreaded that my adventurous lifestyle would end once I became a parent.

I held off for several years, but at 30, I embarked on one final journey with friends before attempting to start a family. The experience in Costa Rica was unforgettable, and I returned ready to say goodbye to my passport.

After my first child was born, my world shifted drastically. Sleepless nights and an endless cycle of feeding, coupled with the myriad of baby items, made traveling seem daunting. Concerns loomed large: how would my baby sleep in new places? Was traveling safe without all her vaccines? These worries kept my wanderlust in check.

Gradually, as my family adjusted to a routine, my confidence in caring for my daughter grew. We began by visiting relatives in close cities and then moved on to familiar spots like Chicago. Over time, three more children joined our clan, and we continued our travels across the nation.

Venturing Abroad with Kids

A few years following the birth of my youngest, I ventured to Europe with my kids. London and Paris were our chosen destinations, both familiar locales providing comfort with known healthcare systems and safe drinking water.

Our European tour diverged from my past visits. Instead of nightlife, I sought out ice cream wrapped in cotton candy for the children's delight. Museums were replaced by castle moats and theme parks. Though different, the experiences remained rich and fulfilling.

Post that inaugural journey, I felt empowered to take my offspring anywhere. Our adventures have since spanned from the pristine sands of Turks and Caicos to Iceland's icy expanses, and from Petra's ruins to Egypt's majestic pyramids.

Discovering Joy in Family Travels

My children are having experiences I never dreamed of in my own youth. I am fortunate to offer them these opportunities, living out my vision of a life filled with global exploration.

Over time, I understood that my fears about parenthood halting my travels were unfounded. Delay wasn't necessary; kids and travel could coexist.

Now, seasoned by years of family travel, I can assert that my kids only enhance the experience. I relish their excitement when they encounter subjects they've studied, like my son's awe in the DMZ. They encourage fun and relaxation, extending our time in places like Universal Studios in Japan. They motivate me to explore further—like tackling Icelandic hikes—and engage in unique activities, from crafting ramen in Tokyo to attending Gladiator School in Rome.

If I could advise my past self, it would be to embrace having children sooner, for the joy of exploring the world together is unparalleled.