If you’ve been following along my Instagram, you would know that I struggled hard with mom guilt about leaving Wyatt behind for our trip to Tulum, Mexico this past weekend. It was a heavy feeling as we made the decision to leave Wyatt home from Mexico because we weren’t sure how safe it would be and with all the activities planned around my brothers wedding, we thought it would be best for everyone that he stay safe at Gavin’s parents house back home. The thought of having him safe in their home, playing with his Gma and Poppy top his list of things he loves, however as parents we struggled. Hard.
It was three days before we left that Gavin and I sat down, for the first time totally unsure if we were making the right decision. After prayer and a decision to call our moms, we laughed that both Maile (Gavin’s mom) and Dana (mine) said that if bringing him felt right in our hearts then we should follow it. I swear just when I think I’m grown enough to make big decisions I realize nothing is more valuable than a mother’s advice and boy am I grateful both our moms came through with the same advice! Mutually agreeing that leaving him and bringing Rosie was far too emotional and simply not worth it, so we last minute packed his bags and took him with us on what proved to be an unforgettable, beautiful vacation for our family.
Five hours of flights, two hours driving and a million bags, we surely had our work cut out for us, thankfully we were far from alone. The flight there might as well have been a private plane because a total of 13 family members with us, filling what felt like the entire plane up. We arrived at the beautiful Papaya Playa Hotel in Tulum to the rest of our big family. Perched up on the beach sat our little oasis of a room, two queen beds with mosquito nets to sleep in, rock floors, and big windows with cracks just big enough to let the ocean breeze come through. It was the perfect amount of rustic and luxury.
Love brought us to Tulum as my older brother, my favorite superhero, married his longtime girlfriend, my newest sister, Samantha. What I love about my new sister is she brings so much to our family in terms of culture and family, she is from a huge Moroccan Jewish family and boy do they know how to have a good time. We danced the night away at the Henna party, dressed in Kaftans and ended the night with a Henna ceremony. The wedding day felt like it was out of a movie, and watching my sweet brother as he broke the glass and we yelled “Mazeltov” gives me chills to think about, it was so different and familiar all at once.
Wyatt did wonderful, and Ro spent the entire weekend smiling at anything and everything that looked her way. As always, my family pulled through and helped Gavin and I like crazy. At one point, I was about 5 miles away getting ready for the wedding with my sisters when a crazy storm came rolling through, thunder lighting the whole bit yet my sweet Rosie needed to be fed. So my uncle Robin and cousin Grace literally took a taxi just to bring her to me for a feeding with her in a towel in the pouring rain. Thats family.
We spent the majority of the time at the bigger house where my grandparents were staying, and often spent hours just sitting and talking the day away. I was so proud of my grandparents, all six of them 80+ years old, in Mexico, pushing through their comfort zones to support my brother. One morning I was enjoying coffee with both of my grandpa’s while they held Rosie and we chatted as I couldn’t help but feel emotional at how good I knew that moment was. I know having all my grandparents alive is a gift, and its a gift I cherish deeply.
The weekend was wonderful, surrounded by family and college friends I haven’t seen in years. It was so fun to introduce my husband and my children to them! Bringing Wyatt was the best decision we could have made, and in this instance I’m proud to say mom guilt got the best of me. I would rather have my chaos over anything else.