By Anita Tedaldi: FNM columnist
This week, I took my six year old daughter Anna to a competitive gymnastics’ camp, 500 miles away from our home. She’s too young to stay overnight so we, myself and her four sisters, had to go with her.
My husband and I had originally planned that I would take Anna to the camp with the baby while he took a few days of leave to stay with the other three girls, but because of his unexpected deployment I had to figure out a way to make this trip on my own.
I’ve written before about my frustration with my husband’s intense deployment schedule, which hasn’t slowed down in the least, and as the time for this camp approached and my daughter’s excitement grew, I decided that I wouldn’t let the military change our plans, so we went anyway.
Traveling with five little ones isn’t relaxing, but we made the best of it.
My 6-year-old enjoyed her camp and got to meet some professional gymnasts and Olympic athletes. She was thrilled.
Her sisters and I spent time in the pool at our hotel, visited children’s museums, the zoo, the aquarium and a few other fun spots. These little outings were often accompanied by meltdowns and some fighting, but overall we made it back unscathed and happy.