In June our oldest daughters will travel to Sweden with their Grandma to visit their cousins and other relatives.
This is something Mom started with me when I was about 9. I visited Sweden several times as a youth and then the last time when my Mormor (Swedish for “mother’s mother”) passed away.
Traveling overseas changed me in subtle ways. It helped me to see there were many kind of people in the world (even if a lot of them were apparently blonde and blue-eyed like me).
I’m so excited for my daughters and this new adventure of theirs. They’ll see new terrain, travel by train, help their cousins practice some English and probably pick up a few Swedish swear words, just for starters.
And who knows. Maybe they too will be impressed enough to carry on this tradition for a few generations more.