Wikipedia tells me that our feet and ankle structure contains 26 bones, 33 joints, and more than a hundred muscles, tendons and ligaments. Each of these tiny parts bears not only my weight but often the pack on my back, and they are called to manouevre over uneven, often accident-prone terrain. Yet, all things considered, very little has happened to them and they continue to take me faithfully wherever I’d like to go.
As we enter parenthood it has been a regular part of our conversation to plan a trip internationally before our baby reaches his or her first birthday. We feel that the best way for us to learn how to keep doing the things we love is to keep doing them. I am also a firm believer that children, no matter their age, benefit from being exposed to different cultures and environments, even if it is only on a visceral level when they are so tiny. But, I can’t tell you how many times in the last half year I have heard someone tell me or suggest that we can put our travel ambitions aside once the baby arrives.
One of the hardest things for me to navigate when I found out I was pregnant was how far I could reasonably push myself. I wasn’t interested in trying to prove something or impress, only to discover where my limits were now that I had a little human growing inside of me.
Somehow early on in my interview with Mark and Brooke Stephens, I managed to stump Mark with a question I thought he’d have an answer for, ready to fire. He runs AdventureParents.com, after all, a “source for celebrating the amusing, yet frequently trying, lifestyle of being a parent… who’s doing what they can to raise some outdoors-loving kids.” It’s likely not the case that he had never defined what he considered to be adventurous. It’s just that we don’t often take the time or have the opportunity to articulate something that our lifestyles simply embody.