I got really bummed out the other day... when I think of my childhood and some of my favorite times, the one thing I always come back to was a vacation to New Jersey with my dad's side of the family. It was my 7th birthday while we were there.
Idk what it was, but it must have been when I started to really become aware of the world around me. I played paddle ball with my godfather on the beach all week, and he made me feel like a champion. My uncle from California, who I didn't get to see a whole lot, built this amazing "Bat Cave" sandcastle with me to go with the Batmobile toy I got for my bday, then built a skeeball cabinet out of sand the next day. I got to swim in giant East Coast waves with my dad, and got to see all the amazing boardwalk sights for the first time with everyone. I got up super early one day to try and catch the sunrise with my aunt, and we found my uncle outside, already awake, smoking a cig, drinking a coffee, and running the American flag up the flag pole. It was a defining vacation for me, one that set the standard for my childhood, even though I didn't know it yet.
Looking back, I realize everyone was 100% bought in to having as good a time as possible, because the vacation was at their childhood vacation spot, at their grandparents' house where they would spend almost every summer as kids. They were all reliving the summers they had, and the things they learned to have fun, and I got to benefit from that.
Fast-forward to 2023, my son is turning 7 at the same time my wife has a trip to DC for a new job. My wife and I take my son, while the girls stay home. My wife actually had a full schedule for new job stuff, so it was mostly just me and my son, exploring DC for three days. We saw the sights, we walked around, we got breakfast at the same place two out of three days downtown (my son insisted, because he liked it, rather than trying something new lol), we went to the children's museum, went to the big park near the Washington Monument to watch all the young professionals play kickball and softball, and then on his birthday, I let him pick the day. We bought an Allen Iverson jersey for him at the Georgetown bookstore, then we went to a riverfront bar/arcade and played games for a couple of hours, no money or time limits, just played until he was done. Then we went to lunch at his favorite place: Chick-fil-A, but in DC's Chinatown area lol. Then he decided we should go see a movie to finish the afternoon, so we went across the street to watch the newest TMNT movie. We picked up my wife, saw some more sights, then got dinner at a nice place by the hotel. We ended the night by grabbing drinks and junk food from 7 Eleven to take back to our room, then watched TV until everyone fell asleep.
I had a fucking BLAST with my guy... but after taking the kids to New Jersey this year as a family with my dad, my son about to turn 9, I thought about my trip to Jersey when I turned 7, and then realized I never made the connection about our trip to DC when MY son turned 7. Then I felt like there was a big hole in my chest, wondering if I made that trip special enough. I know how much the vacation when I turned 7 had an impression on me, so I can only hope I was able to do the same for my son. If I would have realized it at the time, I would have tried to soak everything in even more than I already did.
Time is a thief, and I hate it. I wish my kids could be kids forever.
My middle will turn 7 next summer... I'm pulling out all the stops for her lol