"You are brave" said a fellow passenger on the American Airlines flight to San Juan, PR when he saw my husband and I traveling with a 2 year old. I think he really meant that we were crazy (and hopefully sitting nowhere near him) but all I could answer was "I have no choice".
This is the reason we endure a four hour flight to the island with a toddler, twice a year.
So that she can build sand "castles" with her Tio Mario at the same beach where my brother and I would swim as children every Sunday.
It doesn't hurt that I'm from tropical paradise, I know, but we do it mostly for these
memories. When you choose to live away from your home, you also sacrifice the chance of sharing the same childhood memories with your children. Thanks to a supportive husband who endures the trip, the language barrier (we are all fluent in English in my family until the third Bacardi) and the hectic schedule of visits to all the family and friends, I'm trying to create other kinds of experiences I can share with my daughter. Ay Mama!