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The Communal Family Holiday – Survival Tips

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We just survived a holiday with my in-laws, and when I say in-laws I don’t just mean Daddy-o’s parents – I mean ALL of the in-laws.

 

At the top of the family pecking order is the grand matriarch, Oma. She has five grown kids, one of whom is Daddy-o. The total headcount for this communal holiday was: 1 Oma, 10 adults, and 17 grandchildren under the age of 13 years old.


Recipe for disaster? One might think so considering how many people spent almost two full weeks together. While we certainly had our moments, overall it was a raging success. At the end, I sat down with the womenfolk and autopsied the holiday. We considered what worked and what we might do differently next time, then came up with these tips:


 Set up a meal preparation and clean-up schedule.
We did this well in advance. Every day, two adults were assigned to prepare the children’s lunch, two others for their dinner and two more for the adult’s dinner. This worked extremely well. No one felt they were carrying the load in meal prep and knowing which days we had duties meant we could plan ahead.


 Lay the ground rules.
During the first children’s dinner (yes, picture seventeen kids around a table) we got out the poster paper and markers and asked the kids for their ideas on what rules should make the list. They made great contributions and so did the adults. The rules were posted for everyone to view during the holidays, and we certainly had to refer children to it on occasion!


• Remind your kids that all families are different.
Some families have different bedtimes, rules and expectations. Before heading out for a communal holiday, ensure your kids know this so you avoid hearing “But THEY get to stay up later, why can’t WE?”


• Let parents parent their own children.
Obviously, if parents are not around, you step in and deal with a situation as it arises, but if the parents are right there, best to just let them deal with it their way. Again, remind YOURSELF that all families are different. A peanut gallery of parenting experts is not helpful in the moment.


• If you find yourself getting stressed out by a situation, remove yourself and let the others deal with it.
Oma is an incredibly organized person – some of the rest of us, not so much. One morning, the dads had big plans to take the kids to the river. Watching the dads scramble around looking for last-minute supplies was enough to put an organized Oma over the edge. She took that feeling of building stress as a sign that it was a good time to grab a book and disappear into a bedroom. Holidays are not meant to be stressful so it should be avoided at all cost.


• Have a money kitty.
All the families threw some money into the kitty so that food costs would be covered. When someone was heading into town they could buy enough supplies for everyone without personally going broke.


• Autopsy it.
Be sure to identify stress points so you can make improvements the next time around. Also celebrate your successes. The fact that we left sadly and are missing the chaos is a very good sign!

 

You may think it takes a special kind of family to be able to survive a holiday like this, and I’m lucky to be part of one. But even if you think all those different personalities and family styles couldn’t survive that much quality time together – take in some of what we’ve learned and give it a shot.

 

There is no better gift you can give your kids than time with their cousins.

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Our Family Hotel Adventure

The biggest thing I miss from my pre-parent days is travel. I’ve gotten used to the lack of sleep, interrupted showers and cold dinners. It’s the travel I miss, the availability to dart off for a fun weekend or have a great adventure somewhere else in the world.


The reality of our young family means airports and hotels are no longer common locations in our lives.  We do leave town, we explore close by and ‘vacation’ in my parents town with a spectacular lake, sandy beach and extra bedrooms. We count our beach holidays as getting away, but it’s not quite the same as hitting undiscovered turf. 


Suffice it to say, we’re not the family who makes it to Disney annually. We’ve started planning our one and only pilgrimage to Mickey’s domain for a time in the near future when all three kids are the “perfect” age.


All this is fine and dandy until the peer pressure and comparison kicks in. Around the dinner table announcements are made about who’s away from school in Mexico, what so and so brought to Kindergarten Show & Share from Disney World and so on. Then the requests come about when are WE going there too? We close the subject quickly without making promises and say ‘one day’.


What I don’t say is “on your honeymoon” or “when you can pay for it yourself”. Part of the reason I loved traveling is because it was new and fresh. I hadn’t been there before. AND I felt I’d earned it. I paid for it. I enjoyed and appreciated it.


I’m all for world experiences for our kids but if they see and do everything as kids, what’s left to explore when they’re adults? When I hit the Europe backpacking circuit after university that was my reward to myself. I recall at the time, my parents had not been to Europe themselves yet. Nowadays it seems utterly common for a child to have a fully stamped passport!


Our kids have yet to ask WHY they haven’t gone to such places. Home is a really fun spot and  it’s a place they like to be, which is good because we’re gonna spend a lot of time at casa Burton.


You can imagine the excitement around here when our kids, who don’t typically travel, heard we were off to Niagara Falls for a one night stay at a hotel. A sweet deal on a coupon website snagged us a room  overlooking Niagara Falls and with a swimming pool. Score!


No joke, our six year old daughter had her bag packed for 3 weeks. She told EVERYONE she was  going to Niagara Falls like it’s a 10 hour plane ride away.  At first I was embarrassed, underplaying it.


“It’s JUST one night in Niagara Falls Lauren…” I say over her head to her playmate’s mom in the schoolyard.


“Mommy! My friend went to Great Wolf Lodge but I TOLD her, I’m going to see the REAL giant Wonder of the World waterfall!! “


How can I diminish the proudness of “I’m going somewhere”.  Shouldn’t I encourage it? She SHOULD feel excited that a stay in a hotel is fun and exciting.  It’s a special occasion.


As a culture, we’ve lost all special occasions. As a kid, if and ever we went out for dinner as a family, even to Swiss Chalet, we dressed up. If we went on holiday it was a real treat, not expected for March Break. 


I’m proud that for a one night stay my kids were thrilled. Maybe I’m a little sad though too, that we haven’t been able to give them boundless adventure opportunities in foreign lands like many of their friends who zip away surfing, skiing or dining with Princesses on cruises.


Then I realise we’re teaching a great lesson. It’s about being together – not about what we do. With our hectic schedules, when the five of us do something  all together it IS special, we don’t need to be on an expensive holiday to make memories.

 

niagara view

I wish I videotaped the “WOW”s when the kids saw the Falls from the hotel window.

 

swimming in hotel

I wish I could replay the antics and pure excitement of getting their suits on to swim in the hotel pool.

 

butterfly conservatory

Who knew giant lollipops at the Butterfly Conservatory would bring more pleasure than dinner with Mickey Mouse?


Who knew? The kids knew. That’s why they were so thrilled with our mini adventure.


On the drive home, we asked them what was your most favourite part of our getaway?


Megan, 22 months, “Butterflies”.


Andrew, 4 years, “Rainforest Café and the chocolate milk”


Lauren, 6 years, “ Swimming and seeing the Falls, oh and WAIT! Being as a family all together in one room!”


I couldn’t have summed it up better myself.


Then came the request for us all to sleep in Mommy & Daddy’s room at home together – every night, like in the hotel. Looks like we don’t need to plan that trip to Disney anyways. Home is a good place to be.

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