As I shift in my seat, I call out, “Hey, ladies!” My 10-year-old looks up slowly from her screen, a puzzled expression on her face. “What?” she replies.
“Please turn off the screen and take a look outside—we’re here!”
She rolls her eyes, switches off her iPad, and playfully nudges her older sister while shaking her younger sister. “Wake up, guys, we’ve arrived.”
The 3-year-old protests, “But I’m not done watching Ariel!”
Meanwhile, the 12-year-old sighs dramatically, removing her headphones and giving me a look that suggests I’ve just asked her to eat broccoli for breakfast.
“You can finish watching later,” I say, trying to keep my tone upbeat despite the creeping irritation. “Right now, we’re going for a walk. Let’s put on our coats and boots; it’s freezing out there!”
This is met with more grumbling and a few tears from the little one, but I press on. We’ve just pulled into Mariposa Grove at Yosemite National Park, where the ancient sequoias tower majestically around us. It’s winter, and the chill is biting, but there’s no way I’m letting them stay in the car while we’re surrounded by such beauty. We’re going to experience this together—every one of us.
With a 12-year-old, a 10-year-old, and a 3-year-old, planning family outings that satisfy everyone feels like a daunting task. I totally get that the older girls aren’t enthusiastic about hanging out at the kiddie park anymore, while the youngest can’t quite grasp the allure of mall shopping, ice skating, or PG movies. To minimize the whining, my husband and I often play tag-team, taking one or two girls to run errands while the other takes another to soccer, a friend’s house, or birthday parties. By Sunday night, I often realize I’ve barely seen my husband; we’re both wiped out, and we haven’t truly spent meaningful family time together.
In my mind, I envision the perfect day when everything falls into place. The 12-year-old will swiftly fix her hair into a cute ponytail. The 10-year-old will get over her disappointment about going to the zoo instead of Six Flags. The 3-year-old won’t have a meltdown because the dog devoured her snack. My husband won’t be glued to work emails, and I’ll stop fretting over whether everyone brought a jacket just in case. We’ll find that sweet spot of togetherness where cherished family memories are made—just the good ones. I’m not expecting perfection, but a little more harmony would be wonderful.
After a series of chaotic minutes struggling to zip up coats and wrangle small fingers into gloves, we finally exit the car. Two minutes later, the 3-year-old is in tears because she doesn’t want to walk, prompting my husband to scoop her up. Meanwhile, I chase after the 12-year-old, who has decided to explore a “Do Not Enter” area. The 10-year-old is in a panic because her sister is breaking the rules and runs off to find her, leaving me to trail behind. We’re scattered along the icy path, weaving through the giant sequoias like pins on a map.
Once again, family time seems just out of reach.
“Isn’t this incredible?” I call out, hoping my enthusiasm will somehow pull everyone together. No one responds. I lean against a wooden fence guarding the delicate roots of the tallest trees, close my eyes, and bask in the winter sun. I recognize that my kids are each at very different stages—the interests and demands of a tween, a pre-teen, and a preschooler rarely align unless ice cream is involved. This lack of cohesion frustrates me, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, wondering if I should be doing something differently. But then, the kinder part of me reminds myself to embrace where we are right now.
When I open my eyes, I wander off to find my husband and the girls. As I navigate around the nearest cluster of trees, I spot the two older girls leaning against the rough bark of a massive sequoia. They’re sharing a half-hug, faces lit up with laughter, each trying to stretch their arms around the trunk in a comical display. The sun glimmers off the patches of snow, illuminating their glossy hair. They look like little angels.
This isn’t the moment I envisioned, but it’s still a moment worth savoring. Maybe family time doesn’t need to involve all five of us together with our various wants and needs. There’s significance and connection in the smaller interactions, too—in those beautiful, unplanned moments.
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Summary:
Navigating family time can feel overwhelming, especially with kids at different ages and stages. While moments of connection may seem elusive, embracing the small, unplanned experiences can create meaningful memories. It’s not always about everyone being together; sometimes, the beauty lies in the individual connections that happen along the way.