We just returned from a road trip – a six hour drive in each direction to visit relatives. That’s twelve hours with two toddlers and a preschooler immobilized in their car seats. We rented a minivan for this excursion, having found the CRV too small and cramped for long trips. The van allows the non-driving parent (usually me) to move among the three kids, delivering snacks, reading stories, retrieving sippy cups (getting thoroughly carsick).
This was the second time we had rented a minivan. The first time, to our surprise, the van came equipped with a DVD player. I object on principle to watching DVDs in the car. I mean, when I was young we learned how to entertain ourselves on long trips and how to appreciate the wonderful scenery. Of course, we weren’t strapped into car seats. I remember “appreciating” scenery while squished against the rear window, or missing scenery altogether because my brothers had me pinned to the car floor. Anyway, we didn’t need video entertainment – we didn’t have video entertainment.
But here we were, the kids, my husband and I, heading out of town with Bob the Builder. As it turned out, we were mighty thankful for the DVD player because, unbelievably, we got lost en route. A six hour drive became a nine hour drive. The kids were oblivious. It could have been a fifteen hour drive. All heads were fixed in position and all eyes were locked onto a tiny screen. We drove through beautiful country (highway 41 for those in Ontario) but the kids couldn’t have cared less. The trip was easy for us, if somewhat mind-numbing for the kids.
Our most recent trip, however, was sans DVD. I’ll admit this was daunting at first. Once you have it, you really believe you can’t live without it. We did, and although it was more work than travelling with a DVD player, it wasn’t a lot more work.
Thomas learned to play “I spy” and even the twins shouted excitedly, “I see it!” And they did see it – everything. The sun going down, the moon coming up, planes taking off, yellow, blue and green road signs, the big city, the lack of big city, the final bridge and final corner to Grandma’s house. I won’t claim they were perfect. There was screaming and fighting and whining. But there was also plenty of quiet time – time when the kids actually noticed their surroundings and found their own entertainment.
All good practice for our transcontinental travel coming up next month….



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